Talk about your day thread

[Higgs]

Democracy doesn’t work, people

Absolutely - that shit show in March Madness is evidence enough of this.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I had a sleep study about a month ago and had my follow up appt today to go over the results. I had zero REM sleep. How is that possible

[tree_]

I had a sleep study about a month ago and had my follow up appt today to go over the results. I had zero REM sleep. How is that possible

Maybe you have an eye speed problem

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I had a sleep study about a month ago and had my follow up appt today to go over the results. I had zero REM sleep. How is that possible

YIKES, is that like 0% sleep efficiency on the score?

I don’t think so, but can’t remember exactly what some numbers he mentioned were exactly. He did say something being 60% before they put the mask on, then going up to 80.

I’m sure it’s not 100% accurate, but my Apple Watch usually shows around an hour of REM and 30 minutes of deep sleep so I’m at least not surprised it was low

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I had a sleep study about a month ago and had my follow up appt today to go over the results. I had zero REM sleep. How is that possible

Maybe you have an eye speed problem

I blink a lot though

[doug rr]

could be a work problem..have you talked to HR about this?

[tree_]

I had a sleep study about a month ago and had my follow up appt today to go over the results. I had zero REM sleep. How is that possible

Maybe you have an eye speed problem

I blink a lot though

that's your eye lid.. can you rapidly move your eyes back and forth?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I had a sleep study about a month ago and had my follow up appt today to go over the results. I had zero REM sleep. How is that possible

Maybe you have an eye speed problem

I blink a lot though

that's your eye lid.. can you rapidly move your eyes back and forth?

idk

[lennytheweedwhacker]

could be a work problem..have you talked to HR about this?

They're worthless.

[BurtReynolds]

A real quantity over quality day on the ole RM posting forum.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

A real quantity over quality day on the ole RM posting forum.

Gfy

[BurtReynolds]

A real quantity over quality day on the ole RM posting forum.

Gfy

bork you.

[BurtReynolds]

Finally got moved in today and the dog didn't shit on the floor, so this was a good day. I'll probably sleep on the couch tonight because I'm too tired to put my bed together.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

A real quantity over quality day on the ole RM posting forum.

Gfy

bork you.

I eat your soul

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Finally got moved in today and the dog didn't shit on the floor, so this was a good day. I'll probably sleep on the couch tonight because I'm too tired to put my bed together.

How many boxes did it take to move your stuff?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Fought some battles. Shared some viewpoints. Came out marginally ahead than where I started so that’s progress.

Hope this saved your marriage

[BurtReynolds]

Finally got moved in today and the dog didn't shit on the floor, so this was a good day. I'll probably sleep on the couch tonight because I'm too tired to put my bed together.

How many boxes did it take to move your stuff?

about twenty crates. I don't have much. It's mostly books.