“I ran outta gas! I had a flat tire! I didn’t have enough money for cab fare! My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners! An old friend came in from outta town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts!! It wasn’t my fault I swear to God!!!”
Those immortal words were spoken by the brilliant and much-missed John Belushi as “Joliet” Jake Blues in the Blues Brothers movie. Which we all need to see again. It is an awesomely funny movie. I love John Belushi. Of course, everyone knows “Animal House” (1978.) and Spielberg’s “1941” (1979) But if you haven’t seen them, “Neighbors” (1981) – with John playing against type – and “Continental Divide” (1981) – showing John was a great romantic comedy leading man – are definitely worth seeing. I’m just sayin’.
But I digress…
Lyda here, in case you couldn’t tell. This speech is what keeps going through my empty head as I try to figure out exactly when my brain moved to Tahiti without me. It may have something to do with the sleep-deprivation. Of course, without a brain, it will be pretty hard to figure out… that’s why I have ya’ll.
Evidence of the missing brain is strong.
The new obsession with Peeps.
The Digressions that Took Over the World (re: just about any of my posts)
The fascination with zombies (re: again, just about any of my posts)
And this weekend. Pretty much the whole thing, but especially this:
On Saturday, I took the sheets off my bed and washed them.
Late Saturday night, I headed to bed late after watching “Catch Me If You Can” (2002) with the Resident Sith Master. Which we loved, ya’ll should check it out if you haven’t seen it; I love Tom Hanks, and this movie is excellent. Plus, DiCaprio for those of you who like him, which I do as an actor but he doesn’t do it for me lust-wise, I’d much rather have Tom. Or, of course, Harrison Ford. But I digress again.
And found I hadn’t put the clean sheets on my bed yet.
So I put the clean sheets on the bed.
And then took my medication.
Only I took my morning meds instead of my nighttime med.
Thus throwing my whole meds schedule off.
As soon as I did it, I realized my mistake.
I think this error was connected to the fatigue, and the fact that my morning routine involves making my bed and then taking my blood pressure meds – thus linking making my bed with taking these drugs in my [empty] head. [Please don’t worry, it was fine. I am trying to be funny, ya’ll.]
But mostly, I blame the missing brain.
And I took my nighttime med.
And then I went and told RSM what I’d done.
My 17-year-old son actually patted me on the shoulder and shook his head. This stuff doesn’t surprise him anymore.
I hope he comes to visit me in the home. And brings cake.
At least I don’t have to worry about zombies.
They won’t come after me now.
No brain for them to eat.