That tiny niggling voice was right, of course. At 1:00 a.m. I lay awake in our bed, my girlfriend warm and snuggly, sound asleep at my side. Dudley was lightly snoring and Cosine was making her own dent in the mattress. I, however, was not sleepy. I'd had a nap.
I think my eyes were the only tired part of my body so reading was out. The words blurred on the page. So I surfed. Channel surfed. On my side, curled around Wendy, my head propped on a pillow just high enough to see the television screen over her shoulder. I eventually drifted off to sleep with fragments of these pointless thoughts sliding around inside my head.
- Can there be any nutritive value, real or imagined, to a Checkers Chili Cheeseburger? Imagine someone wolfing down that slimy creation while driving, plastic cheese and chili dripping down the steering wheel and on to the driver's leg. Yum?
- Keanu Reeves' new movie "Constantine": the trailer is horrid. I don't think I've ever seen anything less likely to lure me into dropping $9 for a movie ticket. Does it truly appeal to anyone? Then again, I'm not the best one to answer that question. I can't think of even one Keanu movie I found appealing.
- Dominos Pizza has a new commercial out which gives a human form to days of the week. If I were a day of the week, I'd like to be Saturday. Maybe Sunday. Unfortunately, I think I come across more like a Monday most of the time.