Thoughts from the Ass End of the Night: B.A. Baracus Edition....
Thoughts from the Ass End of the Night: B.A. Baracus Edition
Here's a little bit of A-Team trivia, for those of you wandering the dark side of the planet awake and kicking with Big Stupid Tommy: B.A. Baracus' initials stand for "Bosco Aramis"
Isn't there a chocolate syrup called Bosco?
Never seen it myself, but I've heard tell. Mainly on Seinfeld, I think.
Awake at 4 A.M. I'll say this for my insomnia: It slept in an hour. Usually, it's the witching hour when I find myself wandering to take a whiz and then sitting up reading about movies in the 1970's or playing Tetris until the sun comes up.
Tonight's fun thing?
My brain wants to wonder why I didn't turn left when I should have turned right. Started off with a rough dream, and it just got that asshole of a hamster running on its wheel after I found myself awake.
That's something I don't usually waste time on during the waking hours, as there's no changing the past. Still, I figure I must harbor some amount of resentment, deep down, at the choices, since they've come calling on the doorstep two hours before sunup.
Nothing big. Nothing Mike and the Mechanics would be singing about, anyway. Or actually, kinda like that, now that I think about it. Nobody's died. Will it suffice to say that she ended up marrying somebody else?
I guess a lot of us have that thing, though. What might have happened if we'd said something instead of remaining silent (or in this case, the double whammy...I was silent when I shouldn't have been, then spoke up saying the wrong thing when I should have probably kept my trap shut). I dunno. Like I said...99% of the time, I'm all about sucking it up and moving on. 4 AM, with nothing to occupy my mind except Sham Wow or Extenze infomercials, I tend to lose my James T. Kirk grip on the world.
I don't suppose it'll come as a great surprise that I'm not the most self aware son of a bitch you've ever met. But I do know that my dreams usually clue me in to what's bothering me. When I'm really stressed? Something I sometimes don't admit to myself? I have tornado dreams. And when I realize that I've been worrying about nothing (which is often), I tend to dream about clouds disappearing.
And when I find myself a little too busy or oblivious (which amount to about the same, in my book) to recognize something that's a trifle troubling, I tend to relive past moments. It doesn't happen often, that I dream about and relive past events, but they do happen. Maybe once or twice a year. I think it's my brain trying to tell me to say whatever's in my heart.
Trouble is, I'm not sure what I'm needed to tell.
Ya gotta love my brain. Need to find a Rosetta Stone, or something.
Anyway, I'm finding my brain running willy-nilly a little less, after having written this.
Gracias for indulging.
Y'all have a good night....
Here's a little bit of A-Team trivia, for those of you wandering the dark side of the planet awake and kicking with Big Stupid Tommy: B.A. Baracus' initials stand for "Bosco Aramis"
Isn't there a chocolate syrup called Bosco?
Never seen it myself, but I've heard tell. Mainly on Seinfeld, I think.
Awake at 4 A.M. I'll say this for my insomnia: It slept in an hour. Usually, it's the witching hour when I find myself wandering to take a whiz and then sitting up reading about movies in the 1970's or playing Tetris until the sun comes up.
Tonight's fun thing?
My brain wants to wonder why I didn't turn left when I should have turned right. Started off with a rough dream, and it just got that asshole of a hamster running on its wheel after I found myself awake.
That's something I don't usually waste time on during the waking hours, as there's no changing the past. Still, I figure I must harbor some amount of resentment, deep down, at the choices, since they've come calling on the doorstep two hours before sunup.
Nothing big. Nothing Mike and the Mechanics would be singing about, anyway. Or actually, kinda like that, now that I think about it. Nobody's died. Will it suffice to say that she ended up marrying somebody else?
I guess a lot of us have that thing, though. What might have happened if we'd said something instead of remaining silent (or in this case, the double whammy...I was silent when I shouldn't have been, then spoke up saying the wrong thing when I should have probably kept my trap shut). I dunno. Like I said...99% of the time, I'm all about sucking it up and moving on. 4 AM, with nothing to occupy my mind except Sham Wow or Extenze infomercials, I tend to lose my James T. Kirk grip on the world.
I don't suppose it'll come as a great surprise that I'm not the most self aware son of a bitch you've ever met. But I do know that my dreams usually clue me in to what's bothering me. When I'm really stressed? Something I sometimes don't admit to myself? I have tornado dreams. And when I realize that I've been worrying about nothing (which is often), I tend to dream about clouds disappearing.
And when I find myself a little too busy or oblivious (which amount to about the same, in my book) to recognize something that's a trifle troubling, I tend to relive past moments. It doesn't happen often, that I dream about and relive past events, but they do happen. Maybe once or twice a year. I think it's my brain trying to tell me to say whatever's in my heart.
Trouble is, I'm not sure what I'm needed to tell.
Ya gotta love my brain. Need to find a Rosetta Stone, or something.
Anyway, I'm finding my brain running willy-nilly a little less, after having written this.
Gracias for indulging.
Y'all have a good night....
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