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.

Haiku!

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.