i commend your bravery, but here's a helmet

I start this blog with a disclaimer. I am exhausted.
The kind of exhausted that makes you act like Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. The kind of exhausted that makes you wish you belonged to a union and therefore could protest for longer lunch breaks (ideally one long enough for an under-desk nap).
Now, I am well aware that this is all my fault, but I was out last night, and the night before, and the night before, just trying to be a good friend. And maybe drink a couple of beers. And have conversations like:
guy with dreadlocks and stupid shirt: "duuuuude, did you know that there's, like, such things as double negitives?"
me (with a very odd look): "yeeeees....."
guy with dreadlocks: "no, seriously. if i said to you, 'i don't not want that cookie', what would you think?"
me: "that you wanted the cookie"
guy with dreadlocks: "NO! or, yeah. so, what are you drinkin?"
And the guy could play some guitar, which kind of made up for his gross underestimation of a fundemental principal of the English language. He just played one song for twenty minutes, which should never be done. I do hate jam bands, I just keep thinking, "and it will be over.... NOW! or on the count of three... one... two... *dammit*".
That came up last night, while I was at my girlfriend Darling's house.
She asks a guy on the couch: "what's on your i-pod that we can put on? anything good?"
Guy on couch: "it's all good, lots of hippie music"
Me: "i can do with some hippie stuff, but absoultely no jam bands".
Apparently this was really funny. I still fail to see the humour.
I want to rock out for a few minutes and then switch to something different. Not too much to ask, right?
At least at the moment I have my BEAUTIFUL, perfectly groomed and oft listened to Pandora station on my head phones. Which, in conjunction with a violent case of the hiccups, is preventing me from drifting off. And the writing of my first blog on here, which I am obviously screwing up something awful.