Stupid thing that PDR does too often: Opening doors quickly and they smash into my toes. It isn’t a problem when I’m wearing shoes, but when I’m not it can hurt. Granted I do stuff that’s way stupider than that, but this one happens more often than those. That’s what makes those ones special.

Another stupid thing, is that I still haven’t got my sleeping schedule back on track. I think, if I were independently wealthy, I would just abandon the whole nocturnally/diurnal systems and just go to sleep when I got tired and wake up whenever I was done. It may not quite work all the time, but it would be less problematic than spending hours laying awake and trying to get to sleep, which is a great waste of a few hours.

And finally, I would like all Spanish-speaking people to say “Hijole” more often. It would please me.

I just got a wrong-number phone call on my cell in which the caller mentioned the fact that I work nights and asked me if “Mark” had called me with the news yet. Since I do work nights and I know Marq, I thought this was genuinely a call for me. It was easily the longest I’ve been on the phone for a wrong number. Strange stuff.

Anyway, I woke up late before work last night and have not yet been able to return to sleep today. And this after just righting my schedule after the last time it was messed up. I have literally wasted hours doing nothing but tossing and turning now. Sleep hates me. And I don’t care for it all that much either.

Finally, I’m thirsty. Someone bring me a glass of water.

Golden Grahams cereal. I like it, but it has vanished entirely from the sphere of my ken. It has not ever been at the Superstore I live above, but it was always at the Sobeys five minutes away. When I had a bad enough urge, I could find Golden Grahams with minimal effort. That has changed. When Marq and I made a trip to that Sobeys yesterday they had no Golden Grahams. The world is doomed. I must remember to do some actual research and make sure that particular cereal does indeed still exist.

On a similar thought, why are conspiracy theories always out to get me? Why aren’t more conspirators using their massive influence for my benefit? It’s thoughtless of them.

Haiku!

Immediately.
That is when I want money.
For I am a thief.

I had a long night at work and am about to not get very much sleep. On the plus side, I’m listening to Spinal Tap. So I’m doing something right.

After something akin to a late-evening power nap, I heard rain and decided Patrick D Ryall had to go for a walk downtown, since that’s something he generally doesn’t do any more.

While I was there I was approached by members of a metal band with the respectable name of Knifehammer. Apparently they are playing a show tonight and handing out t-shirts in preparation of this. They told me where the show was and handed me a shirt. It was all cool. Then I went into Shoppers, bought a chocolate milk and forgot where they were playing.

I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway, what with being a reclusive loser, but it can’t be a good thing that I can forget that quickly.

But thanks to them, wherever they are, for coming all the way from Ontario exclusively to give PDR a t-shirt.

I spent a lot of time sleeping both yesterday and today. Not a favorite pastime of mine. Waste of a weekend is what that really is. I have plenty of better ways I could have wasted my weekend.

More importantly: For the last month I have passed a bus stop on the way to work. Actually, I pass many bus stops, but this one is important in that it has an advertisement with Mr. T on it. I am generally moving too fast (and on the other side of the road) to see this ad, I can only tell that it says “Thumbs Up”. It pleases me even though I don’t know what it is selling. Heck, it probably pleases me more because I don’t know what it is selling.

Beyond that, not much to say just now.