Memoirs of the sleep deprived

Sometimes, when you just let go, life throws you down with the force of a freight train. I think I've figured out a little secret. In the past; everytime I would let go, I would try to grab on to the train again. I could never grab back on to the same spot and would eventually get squished.

The secret is to not grab back on. Instead, I should just tuck and roll and see where that takes me. I've been so scared that I would fall off. I never enjoyed myself. The fun part is falling off the train. I think I'm ready to jump.

I'm in one of those "moods" again. I think I'll start to call it a "thirty-life" crisis. Can you believe that my sister is a senior at Texas A&M University and has never heard the "perfect" country and western song?

Well I was drunk, the day my ma got out of prison.
And I went, to pick her up, in the rain.
But before I could get to the station in my PICKUP truck.
She got runned over by the DAMNED OL' TRAIN.

I hated, and I mean hated, country music until I went to A&M. It grows on you like toenail fungus. You don't realize it's in you until you look down one day. "So I'll hang around as long as you will let me." When I'm in these funks, for some reason this song pops up into my head.

Maybe my friend was right. What if one day I wake up and realize my whole life was just a dream? I think it would be a good dream. I should work at Mission Burrito. Everytime I go there, all of the staff is so happy. Almost too happy... Like Stepford Wives happy. It's been a while since I've been there, but it never changes. The same staff. The same smiles. Like the Twilight Zone.

I wonder how many tangents I can create in this post alone? How many now? Four... Five? I think I really need to get some restful sleep. "You can sleep when you're dead." What show/movie is that from?