Allow Me To Impart Some Wisdom...

You know what I did? No, of course you don't... but since I'm here, I'll just come right out and type it. Those of you who have been reading the last few days, possibly weeks, should know that I'm a big thinker. It keeps me up at nights. Now, you may not know what "exactly" I am thinking about during these times of insomnia, but that's neither here nor there. It's all generally the same thing anyways.

I walked out of the pub tonight, again only on Pepsis... Day 4 is a success... after giving Greg the street hockey forms and sheets (which he loved, by the way)... and I went to go rent a movie. I wanted something light and funny, something that I haven't seen before (of course) and I went and found Wedding Crashers. Got home, plugged it in... fantastic. It's a pretty funny show actually... I'm getting a new appreciation for movies that I find hysterical when I'm sober than when I'm drunk. I can always find a movie that'd be funny when I'm wasted... saying that, I would love to watch Anchorman again when I'm bombed out of my tree.

Here's the problem though... as it stands, I'm thinkin' about this Barbara character a lot. She's seemingly (of course not completely knowing) like a great person. She's smart, loves to laugh and is as cute as a kitten. Wedding Crashers, although exceptionally funny and well done... it's got that sappy crap in there, which is now turning that damn midnight wheel. I'm hopped up on Pepsi (why couldn't I have been drinking milk, that'll put me to sleep....) and I don't have any sleeping aid pills left. Guess who's not going to sleep tonight... go on, guess.

Maybe its a good thing that I'm writing this, 'cuz since I am typing at about 60 words per minute, I think I might work off enough kilojoules of energy writing a novel about the frustration of endless thought before bed. Okay, maybe not. I think my point is running out... I might just have to blather on about blathering on to keep myself typing... yeah, much like this.

My mind is now gonna build itself a little story... something that it'll logically work out. Hell, this could work its way into the year 2045 and who knows what's gonna happen. You know, I'll even go down the roads that are dark and shady, just to see what that damn hamster will come up with on his bright & shiny wheel. Argh! Then I'll freak out, and be right back to where I started at the beginning of the night... except this time, my heart will be racing out of fear and less the caffeine.

You know, writing this all down may save me though... generally all these thoughts make say and/or do stupid things. Become too something or other... stupid, yeah that's it. I'll become more stupid and then the stupid things become great ideas. These great ideas, then become disasters... and then the disasters just sort of dissipate into the past... only to be re-hashed again into some different sob story of a different year.

Surprisingly, this hasn't brought me to tears... not that it normally does or anything... but maybe I'm just a little too tired to take this seriously. Maybe... just maybe... this sort of thing is just be worked out in my head to defend against the stupidity. Or is that just stupid?

Thinking out loud does certainly help. Thank goodness it only took 11 minutes.