falling asleep at the movies

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The media.

The darned media tells us all these reasons that things are going to pot up in our brains if we can’t remember things as easily as we suppose we remembered them ten years ago.

So….when I get up at 3:45 because the sudden migration of the under-7-set makes that the only way anybody is going to get any sleep…..and my head is confused and fuzzy as can be…and I can’t remember what my user name is for this blog so that I can log in and start writing….when that happens….when that….WHAT WAS I SAYING?!!….when that happens, I think that I already have the beginnings of Alzheimer disease.

Just because I’m tired and confused, I think that my cognitive function is running to another tree like a diseased squirrel with a stolen nut in its mouth.

Stupid media.

Last night, I fell asleep on the couch again.

I was watching this movie…. Indulgent ….no….Insufferable….no, that wasn’t it….INSURGENT!! THAT’S IT!!


At the end of the movie, I woke up and realized that I didn’t understand any of what the climax was about.

The good guys win.

I guess that’s a spoiler.


I got up at 3:45 this morning because the little guys were crawling into our bed.

I started watching the movie last night at 9 because that’s when I woke up in Nate’s bed after helping him get to sleep.

We don’t watch scary or action packed movies… or movies that might have bad language….. or really sad movies or movies that aren’t animated or….

At night, we watch our movies… and I fall asleep on the couch.

The only one that kept me up recently was “Far from the Madding Crowd”.

It takes a great movie to keep me awake.

I fell asleep fast watching this sequel to “Divergent”.

That’s what keeps me young, though….kids…and, knowing that I have things in my life that are so steady that I’ll always be able to count on them…..like falling asleep on the couch.

Why worry….when my life is still so predictable?

What was I saying?

Where’s that squirrel?

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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