Mar 29 2007
Thinking Through Pudding
I don’t know if I have been this tired since the grad party, 1992.
That night, we stayed up all night. Strangely, today is the first time I have thought about that night in years.
A friend sent me a link from youtube to some idiots with dry ice. It reminded me of that night. We put a pop can in the fire at about 2 am. It blew up at 3am, throwing 2 pound logs 30 feet away from the fire, but miraculously not hitting any of us.
By daylight, I volunteered to drive a couple of my friends home, to the city, about 40 minutes’ drive. After dropping them off, on the highway back home, I literally nodded off about 3 times. It scared the crap out of me.
I am that tired today. Didn’t get to sleep until 2:30am and I was up at 5am for work.
At least I didn’t nod off driving in to work.
Trying to do my job is a challenge when you’re thinking through pudding.
I’m not even hungry I am so tired.
This isn’t good.
3 Responses to “Thinking Through Pudding”
Good thing you don’t have any pop cans in the fire this morning. Might blow the wheels of that truck of yours and that would not be pretty!
May God grant you rest tonight.
It wasn’t 3am, it was only about 5 minutes later… after we tossed more wood on the fire.
My personal favourite moment was after the cans exploded and we all stood up, and saw the sillouettes of where we’d been sitting and the rest of the lawn furniture covered in ash and soot.
If I never hear the question “Are you Real?” again it’ll be too soon.
Dude, I totally forgot about the “real” thing. Man. I know methheads that function more normally than we did at 18.