The Sleep Life of a Programmer
posted by mihow on March 22nd, 2005
Last night, while dreaming and still half awake, I woke Toby Joe up from an obvious slumber.
Take the money from the lens you almost bought me and buy yourself that camera bag.
Ohhhh hush.
O.K.
I rolled over and drifted off to sleep again.
There are 14 hours in the night for watching movies and sleeping.
What?
No answer.
What did you say?
I heard only the old familiar ringing from my left ear. What the hell did he just say? I couldn’t figure out what that had to do with a camera bag. What’s he building in there?
Are you asleep?
Silence. And so I began to count back from 8 a.m.
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March 22nd, 2005 at 05:11 AM
haha.
camera bags are for amateurs.
March 22nd, 2005 at 06:20 AM
I am an amateur. I don’t get flown all over the country to put on a monkey suit and shoot weddings like you do, sucka.
I wonder how your Nokton did at a wedding – given that it’s clinically sharp, and most wedding stuff is all soft and glowy.
March 22nd, 2005 at 07:11 AM
i shot that wedding barefoot in cut-off jeans and a pbr tshirt. who’s the sucka now?
March 22nd, 2005 at 07:13 AM
FLAMING HIPPIE!
March 22nd, 2005 at 07:44 AM
it is my understanding that you only get the ‘flaming’ merit badge after committing to vegetarianism.
March 22nd, 2005 at 07:46 AM
I love my alive, flaming husband.
March 22nd, 2005 at 08:03 AM
flaming hippie lover.
March 22nd, 2005 at 11:19 AM
somebody sort of reminds me of a suess character in that picture,
March 22nd, 2005 at 04:54 PM
I love those weird late night, half awake conversations. Once, Scott and I were sleeping, all curled up together, and he said loudly (still sleeping) “We are a scary octupus!”
It still cracks me up.