blogging from bed

hey loser. or should i say hey losers since i have 2 readers?

so i am sitting here in bed, typing away. in bed because i had surgery on friday. they removed my gallbladder. it's a useless organ that does nothing for you, apparently. well, maybe it makes you poop. i say that because i have not pooped since friday. weird, right? i am gonna wait it out. i have a bottle of milk of magnesium staring at me, but i would rather go au natural.

in the meantime, i am bored as hell. laying here in bed, not watching tv. why not watching tv? bc tv sucks without tivo and there is nothing on anyway. i watched the davinci code yesterday. that really sucked. and i liked the book.

yesterday was our third wedding anniversary. i made it really special, being in bed and unshowered and all. hot. we ordered food from swanky bubbles through diningin.com and watched the last king of scotland. that was a pretty good movie, but i just could not get over how forest whitaker's skin tone changed a few times. i mean, why make him darker? does that really do anything for the character? weird. regardless, it was a good movie.

so my company was bought or is being bought by a technology powerhouse. right now it doesn't sound like it means anything for me. things should stay the same. but i have heard that before. if i end up getting screwed on this deal, it will really suck. i don't need that stress.

ok i better go. i need to get some sleep. haha.

letter to alice

dear friend,

thank you for reading my blog. sorry i have not updated in 2 days or so. i was in the er on monday night and still have really bad stomach pains, so i am not in the mood to write funny stuff. maybe after the cat scan i will be better? who knows. ttfn, lylas, bff.

hugs-n-kisses,
brett

it's been a while

wow. the blog. i forgot all about it.

i just got a traffice report for this page and it tells me that 16 people looked at this page last week. who are you? and why are you interested? what should i write about?

i'm sitting here tired, barely awake, not knowing what to say. i can say this much: these old bones, they ain't what they used to be. ain't what they used to be...

i am so freakin tired. but since i hit 30, i can not sleep past 9:00 (at the very latest). i don't really even have a need for an alarm clock now. i know a lot of people would say, "well wait until you have a baby." but guess what, i don't have to. i am already a never-sleeper. just like how david cross's character on arrested development was a never-nude. but not exactly, because i sleep...and i don't wear jean shorts.

anyway, new topic? this wednesday is my very last class of the semester. i have to write my paper, but i am not motivated. that is probably why i am writing this. ugh.

ok, on that note, i better go. thanks for visiting.