Sleep is for the weak
Unless you're talking sleep during daylight. That's for vampires and awesome people.
God I hate sleeping at night.
Saturday, I tried to go to bed at a reasonable hour. Noises, fidgety puppies, cats fucking around with my arm, blah, blah, blah, I was back up within twenty minutes. And up until four thirty.
At least I got the dishes done while I was up. And rawked out teaching myself how to metalize Tainted Love proper like.
Tainted Love. Rawk.
Also learnin' on "The Night." Possibly the best slick-riffin' I've heard in YEARS. That building intro riff is just pure awesome.
Also, late last night, after breaking out Thunderhorse, Lost Vikings, The Night, Spiritual Void and another round of Tainted Love, I starting ripping out some awesome soloish type stuff that was shockingly good. I kept thinking, "damn man, I should hit the record button." Problem: Have to stop to hit record. Didn't want to stop. Oh well, next time.
I seem to be rekindling my guitar love.
Mrs. NFB and I chatted about the book again this weekend. The conversation centering around, "you wrote a love scene?"
Well, yeah. Kinda the whole point. But see, the entire story BUILDS TO the love scene. It's not a story that begins, "there was like this hot babe, and she fucked the stable boy." And then proceeds to detail sexual escapade after sexual escapade, all with different partners, of course.
So, Mrs. NFB seems very confuzzled by my insistence that her books were offputting if I actually, in fact, enjoy love scenes. I'm all, "porn is porn, romance is something different. Nothing wrong with porn, mind you, but don't call it romance just because it's written down instead of filmed."
And now *I'M* the asshole. See how that works? Because, obviously, books can't be porn. Unless they have pictures. Bleh.
Definitions are hard.
So, since I was running on about two hours of sleep Sunday morning, Mrs. NFB decided that was the perfect time to run by the idea of getting lizards again.
And decided to tell me to just go ahead and do it and we can put them in the living room.
Her decision was based on the idea that, if we had gotten her sister's husband's gecko, that's what we would have done. And she decided that if we got other geckos, they should be out with the family too.
I told her I was too tired to think about this shit right now and that was that.
So she brought it up again after I had a nice long nap.
Turns out, she WANTS lizards. WTF?
I think she's messing with my head. She's not one to do that usually, but this one isn't making sense to me. I'll probably bring the stuff home, get it set up, then she'll break out the, "I didn't think we were doing this yet" rant. Mark my words.
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