Dual definitions, ja? I claim them both this day.
Cracking up: going on my third week of sleeping only 25-30 minutes at a time. (Flip over, wake up, Owwwwieeeeee ow ow ouch OUCH, reposition, wait for pain to subside, go back to sleep, repeat.) That’ll crack you up sure as you’re sitting there, Jim.
Cracking up: my amused reaction at yet another email, saying “I want your Twitter/email username.” Today’s installment, from a gentleman named Hayakawa, read thusly:
Why do you name RATFINK? I want this account.
Well, too bad, luv. Not that my Twitter username is of national importance, but I guess I got lucky. Same with my Gmail address, which is just “my first and last name” at gmail.com. Those of you who know me know that both are quite common. According to How Many Of Me, there are 3,985 people in the US alone with my exact name (there are 10,000+ with the Thriller’s name, yipes). Again, sorry…I got an early Gmail invite and snapped up the easy username.
So I give ’em all the same spiel: half a mil US in a cashier’s check from a major American financial institution, and when the funds clear, I give you the password and walk away. I’m not greedy; I just want to pay off my mortgage and school loans, and put the rest away for retirement and college funds for my grandchildren. I don’t ask for much. Am I a good guy or what?
Is it OK to hate school right now?