I’m kicking my evil twin’s ass

Waking up in the morning to mystery bruises and blood on the sheets is actually not that uncommon for me.

Huh.

Well, it isn’t.

So my theory is that my evil twin watches me work all day, gets bored and takes over when I pass out, or fall asleep, whichever comes first. Then Evil Twin heads down the boozer. And gets in fights.

I get to wake up in the mornings with the mystery bruises and the weird sprains.

A couple of days ago, though, we obviously got into more than we could handle. I woke up with a split lip and blood on the pillow. Complimentary mystery bruises on my arms (defensive) and that’s just it. If my Evil Twin is getting me into fights it should at least know to pick on people we can beat. Sheesh.

And while I’m right about there in my thought process – you know, evil twin, fighting, split lip and mystery bruises I start to realize that I’ve joked around a lot about Tyler Durden and Fight Club, but sometimes, just sometimes life does a fairly decent job of imitating art, doesn’t it?

It doesn’t mean I am not going to kick my evil twins ass, though. Bastard totally has it coming.

ROL

Silence is… eh? golden?

So – work was kind of weird today. As in… weird. Even for me. Normally the phone rings all the friggin’ time. Like incessantly. And there’s me pouring honey milk molasses right down peoples ears – but today the phone rang a total of 0 times.
As in not at all.
Not even a little.
Not even once.

You finally become paranoid enough to actually check that you’ve not lost contact with the world in some technical mishap. Nope. We’re still on line.

Just weird.

It’s kind of disturbing actually when you’re used to much more noise. It’s like one of those constant back ground things that just stop happening and you don’t even notice until it isn’t there anymore.

I guess that’s normal, right?

It’s the music of chance. Or the lack of music of chance, maybe.

Or maybe I should just try to go get some sleep before I start seeing Tyler Durden by the copy machine… again.

ROL