Random thoughts

Damn! I had to pay my rent. A kick in the pocket. It beats living under a bridge or something. Life's been a downer recently so I've decided to take a vacation. Right here in my own room. I'm currently sitting here in a fold-up chair, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sandals. Playing the ukulele (not very well). The ukulele is just for show. I'm wearing a pair of sunglasses and staring directly at my 100 watt light bulb which I have forcibly screwed into a flashlight. Sure is bright.
That's just silly. I'm sorry guys but I'm obviously talking through my butt. I'm merely wearing a t-shirt and sitting at my computers. Hold on... Ok I went and got a glass of water and something which I believe is sand. They are sitting side by side next to my shoes. That is as close to the beach as I'm likely to get anytime soon but it will have to suffice. A positive mind goes far these days. Too bad I don't have the ukulele for real. A ukulele would be nice. I'm just counting the days until I can get a car so's I can drive myself over a cliff.

Dreams Suck

I hate dreaming sometimes. You're doing things in your dreams that couldn't possibly be or become true and you wake up to find that it was all a figment of your imagination. The symbolism in dreams also makes no sense. I'm climbing down an icy mountain but I'm talking on a cell phone and then I realize that the mountain is way too hard to traverse with only one hand so I climb back up and decide to take a much easier route around the mountain in a car. What the hell is that about?! How is that supposed to help me figure out what to do in life? It's so friggin' strange. There's more to that dream but it's all equally nonsensical or disappointing. I wake up today to find that none of it is true and I can't do anything about it. The crazy thing is that I think I willed myself to dream it in the first place and just like everything else my brain does to mess with me, it happily granted my goddamned wish. I would like nothing better then to explore this facet of my mental self-flagellation but it appears that I can't think of anything else to say. Thanks brain.
What is it about dreams that can make someone who is normally happy, sad? Or turn what could have been a perfectly good day into a day of wasting time dwelling on stuff that never happened? I would call it a nightmare except Freddy Krueger wasn't chasing me around. Nothing in my dream was horrifying until I woke up. And as normal as some of the imagery and subject matter were, I knew within my dream that it must be a dream. At least I can be thankful for that. It would have been much worse waking up and thinking it was real life.
If there was a way to reproduce this feeling consistently it would be a great punishment for inmates. If jail was a place where you woke up every morning disoriented and emotionally jacked up, it would probably stop crime a lot more then hanging out in a cell learning to be better criminals. They would be too busy feeling like crap to shank the warden. Hell, they might be more apt to shank themselves.

Getting down with the sickness

I hate bein' sick. It sucks a lot. I'm currently sweating in my room for no apparent reason. Sickness is weird on the body sometimes. I'm tired but I'm not tired. My stomach is weird but I want to eat. Damn sickness is breaking the fourth wall for us today. Craptastic.

Joyous occasion

I got my driving license. I would say something witty and/or insightful but I'm too busy being unsad. Carry on.

Missed Opportunities

Damn! I missed my chance for April fools this year! Oh well. By the way: why is it that the big deal these days is to get a huge wide-screen monitor when most blogs and websites have adopted a thing strip of text and images that barely takes up half the screen? Who thinks this crap up?! Hmmm... Maybe I'll change this blog to better use your screen. If I ever get around to it anyway. I'll write more later. Unless I'm dead or I win a million dollars. Or if I find an interesting piece of lint to examine. Time will tell.