1-800...

i should start off that i'm amazingly tired. i was up until 4am this morning working on a project for a friend of mine. what started as a cute idea has now morphed into this stimulating, though exhaustive, mental explosion of ideas. i thought of it Sunday, and have to have it ready by Wednesday night to deliver on Thursday; all the while working my normal schedule in between. so, i'm mentally spent. i'm actually taking the night off from it. i'm crammed in so much information in two days that i need a little time to process it.

tonight, i was talking to my dad and was making some point about living here and the lack of originality and mental dexterity. i regularly go on tangents. sometimes they meander and stray incredible far from the original topic, but i can always bring it back. tonight, however, i was struggling. i finally just gave up. i told my dad --who was tired from a long day, as well-- that, when i remembered, i'd just call him back. i figured i'd be in the middle of drying my hair and it would just come to me. oh, i should mention that we were talking at 10:45pm. so, i joked that i'd call him and he said:

"if you do, you'll get a recording that'll say to call '1-800-dry-your-hair-and-shut-up.'"

that made laugh. i called Andrea after getting off of the phone with dad and told her the story, to which she laughed and replied:

"your dad is the original asshole."

yes. yes, he is.