The good news is I am writing this from DROID! Michelle and I got new phones. We share a phone plan. Scary. So far this phone has been amazing. Will report more on it later.

Have you ever woken up with lines on your body from sleeping so hard? I did this morning, but I slept so hard I had lines on both arms that are still there, including one in the palm of my hand! How do you do that? There’s next to zero flesh to leave an imprint in on your hand. Well, the summary of it all is that I’m tired.

Hope there are fun things on the World Wide Web to keep me awake today.

Tomorrow I have to be at one of the major breweries in Los Angeles at 7:00 AM. I’m going to bed now so I can wake up in time to get there. My body and mind don’t even know how to go to bed this early. We’ll see how well I function tomorrow. I may need to crack a beer for an eye opener. Fortunately I’m going to the right place for that.

Fortunately, there are annoying people dedicated to waking us up for work. Here are some of the fun alarm clocks that will make sleeping in darn near impossible.

The Neverlate 7-Day Alarm Clock has individual settings for each day with customizable snooze options. For myself, setting the first alarm off an hour and a half before my actual wake up time and having thirty minute snooze intervals would work out perfectly.

The Puzzle Alarm Clock is a fun one. The alarm goes off and the puzzle pieces go flying. To turn it off, you have to put the pieces back into place. After having to solve a puzzle your mind should be awake. It’s far too easy to turn off an alarm and not remember doing it. Making you solve puzzles is a way to get your mind going. Still, I have a feeling I would just pull the plug most of the time.

I like to do my killing first thing in the morning. You can’t kill without being awake, unless you’re a trained killing machine such as myself. That’s the brilliance behind the Laser Target Alarm Clock. Blast your enemy while blasting yourself to alertness.

Have you ever been in charge of watching a kid that won’t sit still? That must have been what the makers of Clocky were thinking. Once this alarm goes off, the clock goes running. I generally keep a glass of water on my night stand. Clocky would just make a mess of things and probably end up enraging me and suffering the same fate as the fax machine in Office Space.

It hasn’t been all bad. I’ve gotten a glimpse at the obsessive compulsive life that is Kyung’s once again. It’s no wonder he isn’t done with school. He keeps getting interrupted with dirty dishes and counters that need to be wiped down. Actually, there is very little conversing going on between us. We sit on our computers and listen to whatever strange music he has in his iTunes collection. We had a good laugh when Falco’s “Rock Me Amadeus” came blasting out of the speakers.

So that has been my life as of late. Other than that, we funded and Escrow is officially closed. We own a new house. I’ll arrange a party. In other life news, check out this video I found online. (SFW if bleeped F bombs and sexual innuendos are acceptable at work).

I end up crashing on the weekends though, sleeping half of it away, if there’s nothing happening. If I have plans for the weekend, I sleep a little more but get going and keep up the same schedule without much sleep.

I’ve already removed the need for bathing. Now if I could just remove the need for eating and using the bathroom, I would be set. I could be ultra productive.

I stumbled across this old picture of Michelle and me and decided to scan  it and share it with the rest of you. Ignore the date on it. The day was July 4, 1998. You can see a neighborhood block party in the background. Some things to note are how skinny I am and the fact that I am taller than Michelle, despite standing on a lower portion of the street. She must have grown an extra inch or two during college. Look how happy and care free we were then.

Unfortunately, little did we know that it wouldn’t be all smiles and sunny days. This rainy morning I awoke to a slap in the face, literally. I am a very heavy sleeper, so for me to wake up and for me to know that a slap to the face woke me up means I was hit pretty hard. Immediately I asked, “What?”

Apparently Michelle was dreaming that she was at her friend’s wedding and someone (not me) was sleeping and snoring during the wedding. People told Michelle to take care of the snoring man. So half awake she must have heard me breathing heavily, thought that it must have been me causing the ruckus, and bought down her palm of fury on my face. I’m being punished because she was dreaming! She even said it wasn’t me snoring in the dream.

This is not the first time I have suffered the wrath of Michelle for a dream. She go mad at me when she dreamed I had a tea party at Disney’s Magic Castle and didn’t invite her. Then there was the time that I had a Star Wars marathon watching party, and although she was invited, I wouldn’t let her talk because she asked too many questions.