personal oxygen

After changing my mind for the third time on paint color for the library, involving a break-neck race back up to Home Depot just before closing – I wound up not getting to sleep until close to 3am.

Up… Got the ritual AM call from my mom where she screams into the phone:
“It’s Christmas Eve Dick. It’s Christmas Eve Ebenezer!”
When i still lived at home – I’d get this in person, shouted from my bedroom door.

Painted more…

Then off to my dad’s house for what may become my new Christmas Eve Tradition… To hang out… Eat frozen pizza, watch (gasp) “TELEVISION”, spend the night…. and….. this year… Hit Oxygen… So there on the table sat the Oxygen sampler kit from the nice company in Evergreen, Colorado.

Pop is… well… come on… He’s my father – so it doesn’t take a genius to deduce he’s weird.

If you’re looking for something obscure online – chance are he knows where you can buy it… (or has bought it himself).

So.. I’m sitting here… (Pop has a G5, iSight and broadband so I can document the experience).

I guess you’re not really supposed to get high off of the stuff….

Maybe I feel little perky.

“It’s Christmas Eve Dick! Stop blogging Ebenezer!”