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cornerofmadnessA storm from hell woke me at 430AM (probably a spin off the deadly one) and I'm glad it did my sugar was down to 67. A few more points and I would never have woken up at all. I spend the next hour and a half getting it back up but by then it was time to go to work.
I get there to find out a friend/co-worker's father in law died at just 57. Too young. Way too you.
Then I saw Davy Jones died. RIP Mr. Jones. I have to admit I wasn't as huge as Monkee fan as many of my friends, especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evil_little_dog but I liked their music. It was often such fun and I was thinking of them today. We were talking about this today at work. Monkee Mania was at its highest the year I was born so I mostly saw it in rereuns and never really watched much. You want to know my first remembrance of Davy? THIS.
Freaking Scooby-Doo. If you want to know what fucked me up as a kid. Take a look at that drug induced nightmare. Not bad enough? We started talking about other things and ended up singing the lyrics to H.R. PufnStuf loudly in the secretary's office. How naive were parents in the 60-70's?? And censors for that matter.
THe refrain is H.R. Pufnstuf,
Who's your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little cause he can't do enough. Yeah, nothing blatant there! Mom doesn't remember me watching this. I think the Hooka in the basement has something to do with it...
I exercised hard today, did okay then got asked out for beers with a friend who is going thru family shit. I got home and now my sugar is 300. So also went comatose from too low sugar and now I'm riding the upper limits of my cognitive abilities and ability to see. Special. Took some insulin and am sitting here half drooling on myself in a stupor.
And Soul patted my naked butt several times today while I was trying to get in the shower.
I get there to find out a friend/co-worker's father in law died at just 57. Too young. Way too you.
Then I saw Davy Jones died. RIP Mr. Jones. I have to admit I wasn't as huge as Monkee fan as many of my friends, especially
evil_little_dog but I liked their music. It was often such fun and I was thinking of them today. We were talking about this today at work. Monkee Mania was at its highest the year I was born so I mostly saw it in rereuns and never really watched much. You want to know my first remembrance of Davy? THIS.Freaking Scooby-Doo. If you want to know what fucked me up as a kid. Take a look at that drug induced nightmare. Not bad enough? We started talking about other things and ended up singing the lyrics to H.R. PufnStuf loudly in the secretary's office. How naive were parents in the 60-70's?? And censors for that matter.
THe refrain is H.R. Pufnstuf,
Who's your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little cause he can't do enough. Yeah, nothing blatant there! Mom doesn't remember me watching this. I think the Hooka in the basement has something to do with it...
I exercised hard today, did okay then got asked out for beers with a friend who is going thru family shit. I got home and now my sugar is 300. So also went comatose from too low sugar and now I'm riding the upper limits of my cognitive abilities and ability to see. Special. Took some insulin and am sitting here half drooling on myself in a stupor.
And Soul patted my naked butt several times today while I was trying to get in the shower.
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Date: 2012-03-02 03:03 am (UTC)Cats are little weirdos, aren't they?
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Date: 2012-03-02 03:12 am (UTC)they are