mmmm, chips!

now i'm not sleepy. at all. tis half past midnight and i'm on my bed, eating bbq chips and drinking an ice cold coke (product placement). in the morning i will awaken to find my keyboard covered in bbq chip dust, but for now i will simply enjoy.
things i've been thinking about...

top sheets: what purpose other than to become untucked and then tangled up in the blanket? i suppose they make a nice, lightweight blanket in autumn when it's too cold to be without but too warm with the comforter, but really...

my king-sized bed: when walking into my room in the dark, it doesn't matter where i go because if i trip (as i oft do), i will inevitably land on the biggest bed in the world. and certainly the biggest bed in this small of a room. it kicks a fair amount of ass.

whether or not to wake dustin from sleeping on the couch: he fell asleep reading on the couch and i thought i could wake him...or i could eat bbq chips in bed and not have a complex over someone waking up next to me as i reeked of mesquite flavor. so the score: Dustin, zero, KC Masterpiece flavored chips, 1.

i need to download some computer yahtzee and solitaire to find more distractions from housework, hygiene, etc. anyone know of where to find free stuff like that?

have discussed quitting smoking along with mr. terry walker and we have chosen the date of oct. 3. that way when he turns 30 in november, he'll have a good month of patchiness under his belt. or wherever he decides to put the patch. that's none of my beeswax. i find on my forearm to be the best place for it not to slip around, begin to stick to itself and eventually fall off completely. pretty shotty construction, if you ask me.
i mentioned to dustin that he could quit too, did he want to try at the same time, and his response was a tentative "I don't know..." i think we're making progress. usually he answers by lighting up a cigarette and then putting it out on my arm... only kidding, of course. but it was a funny image in my head.

it's certainly not required for him to quit smoking if i quit, but the likelihood of me punching him in the face is a great deal less if he is not going out to the porch to smoke every hour while i struggle with my inner demons only a few feet away. no, i would never punch him. i'd much rather be a martyr. "no....you don't need to smoke in the back of the house...really...i don't mind seeing you smoke...." i'm charming that way.

martyrdom would have it's perks in the grand scheme of things. everybody would know your name (usually only achieved as a regular at Cheers), buildings would be named after you, movies would be made -- and remade -- about your trials and tribulations. i think what joan of arc REALLY has going for her was simply her name... single syllable words together work well.
"Joan of Arc." That is clean, crisp, easy to remember and it rolls off the tongue.
"Kari of Minnesota." Not as interesting. "Kari of North Dakota" is even worse. My two syllable name causes a problem right off the bat. a six-pack of beer to the first person to come up with a suitable martyr name for me. bring it. (THIS OFFER NOT VALID IN VIRGINIA, DELAWARE OR RHODE ISLAND. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NON-TRANSFERRABLE. CANNOT BE COMBINED WITH ANY OTHER OFFERS. OFFER EXPIRES 10/03/04. )