Of COURSE I’m watching Independence Day. Happy Fourth to those of you at home and abroad who celebrate the holiday!
I watch movies late at night. When there’s no-one else around, I get to watch all the really, really putrid movies that no-one of any taste or of even minimal intelligence would possibly admit to enjoying. This makes me the perfect person to watch and to wholeheartedly embrace my love of the truly crappy movie. That having been said, it appears that there seem somehow to be certain movies that manage to make their way onto the screen over and over again.
I have accepted your tasks. I have attended your meetings, and I have read your email threads. I have made sure that I understand precisely what it is that’s expected of me, and what’s more I understand how important it is that the task is completed in a timely fashion. I’ve been aware of this task for some time, and because I know that I would otherwise have been likely to forget to carry out this little endeavour, I have set several reminders for myself so that it will get done properly, and at the correct time. I’ve told you about my plans, and I’ve told you about my reminders. But clearly, I am incompetent. It must be so … why else would four of you people contact me (after I’d already taken care of your task) with your not-so-helpful reminders that there was work to be done, by golly?
I have started once again to listen to the radio when I’m in transit from home to work. These days, I turn the channel to Toronto’s classic rock station – Q107. “Classic rock” used to be “album rock.” Today’s classic rock stations are the guys who never updated their record collections and decided instead to continue to inflict their increasingly less contemporary tastes on anyone who would listen. Here’s the thing, though. The Mighty Q has updated their playlists. They’ve updated them just enough to make me realize that I am getting old.
It’s late again and I am awake again, so I am taking the opportunity to do some research. Here is how they – and by “they,” I mean The Inimitable, Nebulous, Anonymous Collective – define insomnia: “Insomnia is the inability to get the amount of sleep you need to wake up feeling rested and refreshed. Because different people need different amounts of sleep, insomnia is defined by the quality of your sleep and how you feel after sleeping—not the number of hours you sleep or how quickly you doze off.” Now, I tend to feel pretty good when I get up in the morning, even after only a few hours’ worth of sleep. I feel decent even after weeks of sleeping only a few hours each night. So this would in theory mean that I don’t have insomnia. YAY.
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