In this post: Blackouts, baloney, thunderstorms, a train wreck.
It’s 4:30 in the morning and Sam and I woke up about an hour ago. This is what happens when a person takes too many naps! In my case, though, it resulted from a huge hypoglycemic (low blood sugar) crisis at lunch-time yesterday when I practically blacked out followed by such overwhelming fatigue that I slept on the chaise for SIX HOURS. By the time I woke up — around 6 p.m., I think — the whole day was shot to hell.
I’m really, really hungry right now. Sam asked if I’d like to go to Denny’s for their Senior Scrambled Eggs, but I’m not too excited about the whole brassiere-and-shoes routine at this hour of the morning and I’d rather just rummage through the refrigerator and make a baloney sandwich. God bless Oscar Mayer, right?
Please don’t tell anybody but on Sunday nights I’ve also started watching “Lindsay” on OWN, which is a reality show/semi-documentary about the tabloids’ favorite target, Lindsay Lohan. I tuned in once a couple of weeks ago just for the hell of it and now I can’t stop watching this delusional, addicted, flat broke train wreck of a human being as she tries to move her chaotic life from L.A. to New York City, battle with her dysfunctional parents and revive her nonexistent career. This is terrific television and you should check it out, okay?