Sunday nights are always a bitch for me. I always sleep in on Sunday mornings, thus making Sunday night doubly hard to go to sleep. I just lay there, staring at the red LED glow of my alarm clock; it's beady demonic form laughing at me. As sleep is fleeting, an odd lucidity kind of creeps up on me. It's not peaceful. It's just an uncomfortable state where the mind wanders. It's like I'm right outside the REM sleep bubble, where you can still kind of formulate this dream state but not quite. Last night, three recurring subjects kept swimming around in my head. The actor Don Cheadle. The rapper Q-Tip (from A Tribe Called Quest) and the song "Without You" by Motley Crue. I'm pretty sure that my hell would be me and the both of them in a room cranking that song 24-7. Imagine that for a second.
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Me and Aimee were eating the other night and we were talking about eye color. I remember from one of my Biology classes the art of the Punnet square, the little tic-tac-toe shaped grid that you use to map dominant and recessive genes. We were wondering what color our kids eyes would be. My eyes are brown and hers are blue... I was telling her I believe the male eye color is dominant, as sexist as the gene pool could be. She said "what color were your grandfather's eyes?". I said "Which grandfather?" She said "Your mom's dad." I said "They were red. Like the Terminator's. He would always come into the room and say "COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"
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I just thought about this one too, from a dinner me and Aimee were having. She said "What are you thinking about?" and I said "Growing a mustache." I remember noting in my head that I would need to put that in a blog so that the memory of that answer would be forever engraved in something.
