Homey don't play that.

I told myself a few minutes back that I would be going to bed soon. I'm very tired but need to hold out for a few more minutes, so that I don't wake up way too early.

Last night I caught a great old movie on TV. If anyone has never seen some of the old Paul Newman & Robert Redford buddy flicks you should watch them all. Especially all the ones George Roy Hill directed. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is probably the best, but The Sting runs a close second. Watch them both if you've never seen them.

Currently my TV is still broken, hence the posting two days in a row. I may just have to go pick up a new one here soon. I think I can fix it at work tomorrow. We'll see.

Well I think I'm done for now. Another pointless post, but that's expected by now.

FIN

So I'm told.

I've been told by a dear friend that I don't put much up here. While that is in fact, quite true, I feel I need to resolve the aforementioned malady by posting something of noteworthy content. (This last sentence was spoken in by brain with a British accent, re-read it, it sounds much better.)

So today was a strange day. I attempted to resolve some things that have been bothering me in the last couple days, but alas, this was not to be. (Actually this whole post from now will sound much batter if read with a British accent. Out Loud. Don't worry, nobody's listening).

By and by, as I was last lamenting, resolution was not in my book of songs today. Peculiar as it is, procrastination was the penultimate answer. Resolution not willingly forthcoming, I decided to forge on with my day. (O.K. last side note, do a half British accent, with a little Yoda sauce on the side. Then it sounds like my head. And follow the god damn punctuation. Please.)

Strolling customarily forward, as I do, I decided to meet an old acquaintance for a pint or two this evening. Disaster would surely abound, a good fellow would say.

The man with the hat was right. Disaster abounded with my telly. The unit, could not work, in the right. "Bollocks," I declared. Oh yes, Bollocks, Bollocks indeed.

So now I sit, half pissed out of me mind, straying at the keys for some thought, that might, in a night or two, get a laugh.

Bollocks. Bollocks Indeed.

FIN

today.

Today I miss the familiar.

I miss the feeling of knowing everything will be OK.

It will be, won't it?

plan of attack.

So I've just come across the perfect vacation for me in March. Here's the plan.

Thursday March 22: Leave Indy for Chicago. Get to Chicago around 5pm-ish. See Sarah and Miguel.

Friday March 23rd: See Bloc Party in Chicago that night.

Saturday March 24th: Leave early morning for Detroit. See Red Wings game at 2pm in Detroit. After game, drive to Toronto. Arrive in Toronto around 9pm. Party down with the Lindsay and the RCMP.

Sunday March 25th: Have Lindsay take me to CN tower. I know it's cheesy and touristy but I don't care. I want to go. See Bloc Party again that night.

Monday March 26th: Leave T.O. Arrive in Detroit in the afternoon, and see my friends in The Guns. Go to another Red Wings game that night. Stay in Detroit that night.

Tuesday March 27th: Head back to Indy.

Man that sounds perfect. I just need about a $1,000 to pull it off. I'm pretty sure I can get it saved. Now I just need a travel companion. The car rides will be pretty boring alone.

Such a trashy man.

It's fucking freezing in my place right now. It's probably partially due to the fact that I am sick. I refuse to acknowledge it though. This place is a righteous pit too. I should really clean it up. I've been suck a fucking slacker when it comes to cleaning lately. I haven't even picked up in two weeks. That is bullshit. After typing this, it's cleaning time.

I'm starting to get really stressed at work. Things have terrible there lately. I've been busting my ass, but still don't feel like I've been getting enough done. Sick or not, I'm going all out tomorrow. I'm going to get it all done. I don't care if I am there until nine post meridiem (sorry, I'm trying to teach myself Latin, and I have it stuck in my head).

Also I'm rather pissed lately that I spend all my free time watching TV. My WB/CW addiction is coming back. I'm trying to catch all the shows that were on the WB back in the day to get back caught up. After watching TV all day at work the last thing I should be doing is watching more, but I can't help it. I feel my brain slowing starting to decay and it pisses me off. Hence the reason for me start learning Latin. I figure a dead language is a good way to keep the important parts of my brain intact. Until I drink them away, that is.

A couple days ago I finally started to try and fix a computer my friend loaned me. After putting it off for a month, I finally fixed it. It only took about 5 minutes. Somehow the hard drive cable got knocked loose from the motherboard.

I think I'm done. I'm too out of it to try and write anything else.

FIN

Happy New what?

So spent the past weekend in Chicago. It was rough. I just can't do things the way I used to. I joke around about feeling old, but this past weekend really made me feel it. I was so damn tired and sore, that I could barely function. I really need to get my sleeping pattern back in shape. I can feel my body physically wasting away with every passing moment. This has got to change. I won't call it a resolution, but more of a necessity. If I keep going on like I am, I'm afraid I won't be around in ten years. That does not sound appealing to me.

The lack of sleep has caused my depression to come back, and I just have no desire to do anything except sit around and watch TV. It has also made me crave nasty foods that are not healthy at all. Starting tomorrow night I want to be in bed by 11pm every night for the next week. Hopefully if I can do it for a week, after that it just get easier. I'd start tonight, but it's already 12:48am and well I'm a little late.

FIN