"Damn, I can't remember what he said, but I remember it was something important."
Laura gave me the Raised Eyebrow. "You can't remember? That was like, only ten minutes ago!"
I sighed. "I know, I know…"
You ever have one of those days?
You know, one of those days where nothing seems to be going right? And you just know it's going to be a bad day?
It's time for the Victoria's Secret Spring Slumber Party again. Oh yea. I love this party. The ladies get together for a whole day and show each other their new clothes. Then they take lots of photos and mail them out to friends.
If you look through these photos, you'll see their story unfold. It's like a picture book, only better.
We are a sleep-deprived society, I tell ya.
I was watching this 48 Hours news special a few weeks ago and one of the stories gave me quite a shock.
It was 2:30am when the footsteps woke me up.
The footsteps were an unusually harsh, jarring sound—sort of like wood being ripped apart. They echoed throughout my room, filling every crevice, ever corner. Everything in my room shook with each horrible step.
CRACK CRACK… CRACK CRACK…
I can feel myself slowing down already.
It's been almost three months since I moved out to the West Coast.
Behind me are the up-till-5 AM weekends (3 AM on weekdays), crowded and smelly subways, and that constant Every Second Must Be Productive feeling that I used to have.
Every so often, I'll grab a beer, lean back into my couch, and observe the world around me. If I observe long enough, I begin to see patterns. My mind, spiked by the beer, will then formulate complex and perspicacious theories, because, as we all know, beer is known to spurn complex and perspicacious thoughts in people.
I would now like to share some of my beer-inspired complex and perspicacious theories, as an effort to show you how harmful the effects of alcoholism can be.
Another one of my theories: We live in a sleep-deprived society that's slowly killing us.
In the current U.S. business world, the 40-hour working day is a myth. Many really put in the 60–80 hour working days.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA