Bad Sleeping.

Yesterday Minus One, I got a mere two hours of sleep. It wasn’t as bad as all that, though. I got by. But then yesterday when I did sleep, I slept a lot. Easily ten hours in total, if not all in a row. But since then I haven’t slept and I have to be at work in about an hour. I expect I’ll end up sleeping my whole tomorrow away. Not cool.

I guess I don’t have much more to say. At least nothing I can coherently put together right now. I’ll try again next time I am home and awake.

Screw What?

The ringtone for my cellular telephone is “I Wanna Be Sedated”. I play music on my computer while I sleep. Last night I woke up enough to realize I was hearing “I Wanna Be Sedated”, but it was my computer, not my phone. Confused the ‘eck outta me at the time.


Mirror Universe.
Here evil people are good.
It’s a nice planet.

At least once a week I turn into a Werefish. At least I assume I do. Probably it happens when I’m not paying attention. I have nothing to prove otherwise.

Ah, that’s it. Screw the whole thing.

The Big Fat Problem

PDR weighs in and offers up his opinion on a topic that is growing by the year in the Western world.

Back of my Head.

I can’t tell what color the back of my head is. I assume it hasn’t change since I last saw it in a mirror, but I really haven’t got a way to be sure.

Also, for all I know I have a sign on the back of my head that says “Kick Me”, but I don’t feel like checking. Because if there isn’t one, I’d feel pretty stupid expending energy to check something like that, eh?

And finally I realize it has been months since I’ve written anything or even moved one of my old articles to this site. I suck, but I intend to rememdy that soon. I’ll grab an old article later tonight even.