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2002-05-12 - 2:56 a.m. i'm so sleepy. charon kept me up all night with his darkly remixed new wave dance hits. only neither one of us own a stereo, so he was basically just humming and singing, and squealing out a noise that i can only assume was supposed to be a synthesizer. then he started interpretive-dancing and writhing about on the floor. i watched him for a bit, and it actually sort of looked like fun, and since i wasn't going to be able to get to sleep anytime soon, i decided to join him. i was lying on my back, dragging myself in a circle with my feet and groaning, "you spin me right 'round baby, right 'round...like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round..." when dr. lambtree walked in. "Dammit, Cecil! It's three o'clock in the morning! What the hell are you doing making such a racket?" "sorry, dr. lambtree," i began. "but you see, charon started it and was keeping me up, so i figured, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, and besides, it looked fun, so--" "That's enough!" dr. lambtree interjected. "Cecil, get back to bed this instant! And shut the hell up!" dr. lambtree gets cranky when he's tired. or hungry. or covered in ants. "yes dr. lambtree." i then crawled into bed and dr. lambtree left. i was almost asleep and then charon started it up again. i wasn't about to be pulled into his dark web of music and spasms once more, so i found the hurlin' boot i keep by my bed in case those darn aliens ever come back and try to use my teeth as a radio again and chunked it at his head. unfortunately, he was camped out at my left ankle as usual, and i missed him completely and i think i broke my toe instead. anyhoo, that made me scream real loud, and dr. lambtree came bursting in again and needless to say he wasn't very happy with me, and then i wasn't able to get back to sleep at all due to my sore toe and charon's taking pleasure in my pain, and to top it all off they were out of milk in the cafeteria this morning so i had to eat my cap'n crunch with orange juice instead. i hate that friggin' newt.
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