I probably need sleep more than I need to post something with words-not-pictures, but it's coming up on 2:30am and I'm feeling not a bit sleepy. Don't worry, though. I have a whole plan set in place regarding tomorrow morning and actually being awake to see it. No more crazy hours. I'm getting back on track. Yes sir.
There was supposed to be a class tomorrow but the professor has canceled it for "medical reasons". Am I the only person who thinks cancer whenever somebody is vague about how sick they are? Professors are always so obscure about anything remotely personal. "Family emergencies" they say, and I think cancer in the family. "Car trouble", they sigh, and I think car gave you cancer. But I have other theories too. Theories involving blindness.
I'm sucking on a gobstopper right now. I've gotten really into gobstoppers. You might say that gobstoppers have come back, for me, in a big powerful way. It started with Jerry Seinfeld. Marc leant me some of the early Seinfeld seasons which I'd been working my way through, mainly because I ran out of episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasim and needed something on in the background while I filled my sketchbook with nondescript creatures of the crappy variety, and there was this episode where Jerry did a stand-up riff about jawbreakers.
I've always generally disliked stand-up comedy, and never much understood the appeal of Seinfeld doing it on television. People, throughout the 1990s, would be falling all over themselves at the hilarity of this guy talking about eggs, or hairdryers or whatever, and I never really got the ha-ha-ness of it.
Nonetheless, the jawbreakers riff (candy that hurts!), got me to thinking about all the hours I'd put into sucking on jawbreakers as a kid, even after my tongue was raw and bloody and I'd forgotten what I was tasting. Those were the big, white, speckled kind of jawbreaker, the kind that lasted a good three days or so. I started to miss them, but I'm not the masochist now that I was at eleven, no indeed, so I bought myself a pack of gobstoppers, which are mini jawbreakers. Jawbreakers lite. They don't even break your jaw, see, they stop your gob. Which is a lot more comfortable. So that's what I'm sucking. Right now.
And I'm still not tired. I'll be tired tomorrow though. Tomorrow with the waking up before noon. That'll be fun. Let's make a game of it. Or a song. Let's whistle it. Let's hum.
2 comments:
Those giant jawbreakers were the best. And the most disgusting thing ever. I would gnaw at them compulsively, always a biter rather than a sucker. Er. You know. As in mints! Chompie chompie.
I didn't actually suck. I generally licked. Lapped. It would have to be pretty small if you were able to suck it.
As in mints.
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