I haven’t been sleeping well for the last three weeks. I just lie there staring at the ceiling grinding my teeth and go out and smoke every hour. I get about three hours or less a night and spend the rest of the day thinking about how this is the night I’m going to lay down and fall asleep right away. Last night I went to bed about eleven and went into a deep dreamless sleep.
I listened to Howl by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and still get blown away how good that album is.
I wish I had huge amounts of money to make mistakes like Jerry Jones.
Almost went on my very first OKCupid date, but then she cancelled. I’m not sure if OKCupid is something I want to keep doing.
Every time my roommate’s alarm goes off, which sounds like church bells, I picture him sliding out of his room singing loudly the Sound of Music.
Sometimes when I’m in a crappy mood I look up Bill Walton quotes.
When explaining the whole not sleeping thing to my therapist, we came up with the fact I don’t sleep when I’m single. I couldn’t really come up with any good reason for it other than it’s nice to know someone is there watching my back.
I thought about writing some poetry again after about ten years of not and all I did was stare at a blinking cursor.
I’m sorry, Portland Trailblazer fans, but LaMarcus Aldridge is terrible and should have been dropped years ago. He’s not an all-star, nor is he a marquee player, and he’s soft and doesn’t work hard. I think we should have actually rebuilt the team and got rid of Aldridge, Batum and Matthews. I know some of you like those guys, but I’m a team fan, not a player fan.
I wish I liked burritos more.
I’m not at war with Christmas, but I might start allowing settlements to be built within its borders.
I’m about to watch the new Boardwalk Empire episode. SOOOOOOO STTTOOOOOOOOOKKKKKEEEEEEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!