I wish...

Isn't it amazing how other people see things around us that we are not aware of until later in life? I don't know why I'm thinking about this right now. I am listening to Kate Nash's song "Nicest Thing" and her lyrics are so powerful.


I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen;
I wish that we could see if we could be something


How many times have other people felt this way about us without us knowing? How many times have you felt that way about someone without that person knowing how you felt? I have done this before. I'm sure everyone has felt this way about someone.

When I had lunch with my mom the other day, I mentioned that I ran into an old friend the other day. She is married now and doing her own thing. I haven't seen her in fifteen years. That's when my mom said that she had a crush on me all that time.

I didn't know what to say. Wow, I never knew. How the hell did my mom know that, but I never caught on? I think when you are so close to something, it's hard to distinguish the tree from the forest. Having distance from those situations can help me see those things more clearly.

Would I have acted differently back then if I knew she had a crush on me? Perhaps. I guess I'll never know.

Ready, set, action!

I'm not quite sure, but something seems a little "off" about this setup. Perhaps they are trying to build a Hollywood movie set on my street and this is the first part of some fake building. Either way, it's very weird.

That's good... wait, what did you just say?

I had lunch today with my mom, actually it was her way of bribing me to come out and look at her computer. She was having an issue with her e-mail and "graciously" invited me out for lunch. Gee mom, you shouldn't have. During lunch, I was telling her about the PC from hell and all of the viruses on the system. My family just loves clicking on things. Damn clicking fools... The same system that I am still working on by the way.

Anyway I digress, I look at her computer and it was a very simple fix. I just checked off a box in her program and everything was good again. A simple solution for a simple problem. This was our conversation as I was leaving.

Mom: "Thanks for helping me with my computer."
Me: "No problem. Compared to what I am going through with the other computer, your easy."
Mom: "I may be easy, but I ain't cheap."

WHAT??? Did I just hear that correctly? I think I threw up a just a little bit in my mouth when she said that. Certain things are not, under any circumstance, to be said between a mother and son. Number one on that rule, should be that last sentence.

I'm sending her my therapy bill because that just set me back several years worth of therapy. Now you must excuse me while I curl up in the corner with my blanket and rock myself to sleep.

Not today Mr. Doctor man

Ever have one of those creepy doctors before? You know the ones I'm talking about... they are usually older, fat, and plain weird. They give you the heeby jeebies just looking at them.

When I first saw him, I thought to myself, "Didn't I see you on a child molesting poster somewhere?" The dude was big. I'm no small guy, but he was at least twice my size. He towered about a foot over me and had about 150 pounds over me easily.

While we were alone in the room, my only thoughts were, "Please don't rape me, please don't rape me". I don't want to have to point to a doll and show the people where the mean man touched me.

I was sitting in a chair when he entered the exam room and he came over to where I was to check out my symptoms. He then starts to lean in to check my ears and what not. He has these big ass goggle looking things on and gets closer and closer. I start to feel WAY TOO UNCOMFORTABLE for this situation, so I start to back away. The closer he gets, the more I back away. I guess he feels the awkwardness and tells me to sit on the paper sheet exam table. Shit... this is it. He's going to knock me out with some kind of drug and I'll see myself on some crazy YouTube video out on the Internets.

I slowly get on the table while keeping one eye on him the whole time. I slowly lay back, but never take an eye off him. I want to see it when he tries to drug me. He checks my ears some more and my throat. He then says, "Ok. That's it". That's it. I was on the table a whole 30 seconds. You know all my problems from that 30 seconds? He writes some prescriptions and then is off.

Yeah... I'm on to you old creepy fat doctor. You couldn't sneak up on me, so you gave up. Damn this HMO insurance of mine. The old creepy doctors are the only ones left that will take my insurance anymore.

The worst part.. he made me schedule a follow up in a month. Yeah. I scheduled one all right. Let's just see if I make it in, shall we?

Girl on girl action... sorta

The most fun EVAR...

Girls, roller skates, beer, and violence. Yeah, the cheesy factor was through the roof, but well worth it. These women are serious about their roller derby. I'm following this sport like white on rice.

The only downside. I was definitely not in the city anymore. I felt out of place at times, but did my best to blend in with the locals.

Hello, I'm a Mac...

And I'm a piece of shit virus infected computer otherwise known as PC.

This is why I have been pushing Apple computers to all family members. There are still a few "hold outs", but I'm not going to stop until this whole damn family is using a Mac. Since I seem to be the techie of the family, I end up with this virus cleaning bullshit job. Eventually, I will have to say "No more". I quit. Get a Mac and let's make some forward progress here.

This one is bad. Not "oh I'm going to get you, he he" type of bad. Nooo... this is "I'm going to rip off your head, tear out your eye, and screw you in the eye socket" type of bad. I can not do anything in normal mode.

So here I go making a bootable cd with an anti-virus software on it to scan the system. It was going really well for the first three hours. I found 30 variations of viruses so far. It had scanned over 425,000 files so far. You read that right. Four hundred and twenty-five THOUSAND files "so far".

And then while I was watching it scan.. "poof". Yeah. Anything that goes "poof" is not good. Not good at all. The whole program just performed a Houdini act. The program just disappeared. No "This program has caused an error and must be shutdown" type of message. No error message. Nothing. Just fucking disappeared.

So, here I go again. Starting the scan over. I swear to God if this thing does it again, I'm going to just format every fucking thing. No saving files, no backup... nothing. I'm going to make everything go fucking "poof" once and for all. I've had it with these damn viruses and I'll just blame it all on the virus.

Teach these mofo's to quit passing around these internet gimmicks and clicking on every damn thing on the Internet. "Oh it's flashing and shiny and best of all it's free". You know what isn't free. My time.

Come and talk to me...

You know what's better than drinking alone? Drinking alone with a group next to you singings songs from the 80's and 90's.

You know what I shouldn't be doing? Spending more money. But I am. Why do I do this to myself. You should not be allowed to make purchasing decisions when you've been drinking.

Time warp ahead

I had the day planned out and ready to go. I woke up this morning, walked Zoey and started taking some pictures. I was working on some computer stuff (of course). I felt ahead of my schedule so I stopped to watch some television. Fast forward four hours and I'm waking up. Somehow I fell asleep watching tv and lost my whole day. What the hell?

So now i'm grabbing some dinner and drinks. Is it wrong to drink by yourself? Based on the stares I'm getting, you'd think I was sinning big time.

Hands up against the wall

I know I've mentioned, in the past, stores treating you like a criminal when you leave the store. I've learned to accept this situation. I don't like them, but I don't think they are changing anytime soon.

So you now have me accepting this situation Mr. Store? What else could be worse? How about treating me like some kind of idiot crook? The latest trend? Actually counting the items in the bag while leaving the store. Mind you, the distance between the registers and the exit is less than twenty feet.

If you manage to steal something between the time it takes to leave the register and the exit, it should be yours to keep. The store employees are obviously incompetent and should be fired if that were the case.

It's not right to treat all of your honest customers like shit to catch the small percentage of crooks in that fashion.

Okay, rant over.

My lucky day

I ordered some books from Amazon and they arrived today. Pretty fast delivery and at half the cost compared to the bookstore, I was impressed. But as my late night informercials say, "But wait there's more".

Not only did my two books arrive, but a special prize with them. It's kinda like finding the toy in a Cracker Jacks box. What was my special prize you ask?

A small box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. Inside the box with the books. Just like that. I know, I know... who in their right mind would eat the cereal. After all, lord knows what may be wrong with the box. Some deranged serial killer may have poisoned them and put them in the box. Get it... serial killer... I kill myself... oh noes.. not another one.

Sorry 'bout that. Back to the point. So I know better than to eat the cereal. Right??? I don't know. The curious part of me just wants to try a little bite. I mean, come on. When will I get another chance to eat a random box of cereal just for the hell of it?

I wonder if I have any milk?

Watch you talking about Willis

Have you ever looked at your bank account and said, "What the Fuck?"

I know I had more money than that in my account. It must be some kind of mistake. So I started investigating my transactions. After spending an hour looking over everything, I have finally found the mistake.

I spent way the hell too much money. Apparently, I've been doing some spending lately and now I have a whole $1 in my savings account. Yep, that's right. I'm officially broke as shit.

So how am I to survive the next few months? Can you say CREDIT. Damn straight. You know it's sad when you're as broke as Gary Coleman during his security guard years.

Johnny Carson Trick

Franken
Mul
Li

I have matches and will not give up

Have you ever known the type of person that just gets all the luck? Not sometimes, but all the time. I grew up with a best friend that would enter any type of contest and win. You hear me? ANY contest.

He won a Ford Expedition from a church raffle. He won radio contest all the time. And I'm not talking about winning CDs or movie tickets. I'm talking about game consoles and other big prizes.

I have another friend that seems to be that way. Wins without even trying. Doesn't even bat an eye when he wins. Wins a contest one week and wouldn't you know it wins again the next week.

I don't think you can change your life to become one of these people. Your born with that kind of luck. I, on the other hand, support these type of people. In more ways than one. Of course, I wish the best for my friends and want them to win. It just sucks that I end up supporting their winnings.

Lotto, I never even win the stupid three bucks. Everyone usually wins the $3 at some point in time. Me, nothing. I guess the good thing is that my money is helping school children somewhere in this state. Stupid school children.

Okay, I can't be bitter. This is probably why I never win. I expect something in return. Yeah, yeah... I guess I could tie this into some sort of LIFE lesson. Yadda, yadda, yadda...

I just have no patience for life lessons sometimes. Even if I know they would help make my life better. I am a hard headed son of a bitch sometimes. Okay, most of the time. Fuck it... all the time.

I have this problem of not wanting to give unless I know there is some calculated return on my investment. Works well with my money, not so well in all the other aspects of my life. I could lie and say that I've tried to change that part of me. It wouldn't be a complete lie. I have tried. I really have... just not as hard as I could try.

I mentioned a while back about this candle I bought for my apartment. The prayer candle. I won't bring up the other aspect of that damn candle, but I mentioned that I bought it as a decoration. I did buy it for decoration, but that was not the only reason I bought that candle. I wanted to actually see if it would work. I was testing my Catholic candle burning heritage and see if that damn thing worked.

It did actually kind of work, but I think my intentions were not honest so it came back to bite me in the ass. I got what I wanted, but in some strange Greek tragedy sort of way. Hence my reluctance in lighting that damn candle again. Well, that and the fact that I can't light it anymore.

I can't find the wick for the candle. It just seemed to disappear. I have dug into the candle and can not find the wick. Ever since I came home and blew it out, I have not been able to light it again. I still have it. I don't have the heart to throw it away. Partly out of curiosity, but mostly out of fear. What happened to the damn wick?

Anyway, I was thinking about getting another one. Just to test the theory of not blowing it out. I live in an apartment and don't think I should leave a lit candle burning. I was told once I light it, I should not blow it out. Doesn't matter because I would just be selfish again.

If there is a god out there, he sure does like to torment me at times. God must be female and extracted her revenge on me for my selfish ways in the past. What will it take to change all of this? Does God want a foot rub? What about some flowers or chocolates? This, my friends, is why I'm going to burn in hell.

Off to find that damn wick again.

Aighteen and ooohhh

Can you say aighteen and ooohhh?

That's right. I knew you could. You know, one of the most exciting things about the Patriots winning yesterday is the fact that I can wear my Welker jersey for just a little bit longer this season. Well, that and the fact that they are going to the Superbowl BABY!

And how about them Giants? Surprising everyone this post season. All road game wins to get there is very impressive indeed. I think Brady must have given Eli a few pointers during their game because Eli has been on fire since then. And what's up with Peyton not attending the game yesterday to support his brother? How messed up is that?

Okay, enough ranting for the day. I've got to prepare myself for the "Perfect Season".

Stare at me one more time, I dare ya

Ever have one of those days when your dog is driving you crazy? I want to sell her hide on Craig's list. She is having one of those days when she just stares at me and whines. I've taken her out three times already and she didn't do anything the last two times.

Why am I venting this to the world? Because it's one of those times when any form of venting prevents me from snapping and dropping her off at the nearest farm. Isn't that what people do to animals they do not want anymore? Take them to a farm and leave them there.

I've seen fire and I've seen rain

You know what calms me at night?

Thunderstorms. I love the flash of lightning and the sound of rain falling. Sometimes, late at night, I turn off all the light and open the blinds to watch the rain. Sitting in total darkness with nothing but rain around you is very calming indeed.

I know it sounds stupid, but it works.

Sleep freak out

You know what sucks?

When you are tired as hell, but you have clothes in the dryer.

You know what sucks EVEN more?

When you have clothes in the dryer and your dryer is located outside.

So my clothes will not only be wrinkled if I leave them, but cold as hell as well. I just want my sleep! I'm such a dork. Even though I'm tired as hell, I still said that out loud in the same Whopper freak out voice as that lady.

Cold and wrinkled... Warm and less wrinkled... Decisions decisions

Like a record baby, right round, round round

What's the first step in change? To step out of your comfort zone and do something you would normally not do. I have been trying that since the new year. How's it working for me so far?

Not too bad. I'm still alive and have all my limbs. I guess it's not so bad. Baby steps...

I had three paragraphs here that lead nowhere. I normally don't like to delete something I already have down, but this time I did. It didn't think it was any information that was useful.

A rambling mind leads nowhere.

When I was younger, I never felt like my mind was spinning around in circles. I knew exactly what I wanted or what I wanted to say. Looking back, did I really know those things or were they thoughts placed in my head by others? Maybe that's why it felt so structured to me back then. Now that I am in control of my life (at least an attempt to control my life), I have to create my own thoughts and make my own decisions.

Sometimes I wish I had someone to help me through these chaotic moments in life. There in lies the problem. Is there in one word or two? I feel it should be one word. Sorry about that, focus Daniel... The problem is that I want someone to tell me what to do at this moment. I have this comfort being told what to do.

For some strange reason, I only have this problem with my personal life. And only when it involves me alone. I have no problem leading at work or when it comes to my daughter. But put me alone and I'm fucked. Baby steps...

Had to see it to believe it

Some things are best done alone.

Modern Chez Lounge

The world is full of circles

I believe that nature works in cyclical patterns. Life, being a part of nature, works in this same pattern. I have noticed that my blogging follows that same pattern. I blog a hell of a lot during January and February, but come March, nada. It all drops off until the fall and then I start to pick it back up. I have only seen this pattern after looking at my past two years in archive.

I wonder what else in my life follows this pattern? Is this natural or is this subconsciously created some how by me? And now that I am aware of this pattern, will it change? I guess I'll find out in a couple of months.

Dirty Joke

It's been a while since I've had a bad joke on this site. For those who are reading this and get easily offended...

QUICK... turn around and skip this next part.

Who am I kidding... If you get easily offended, then you are no where near staying on my site for long.


Two condoms where walking into a bar when the first condom noticed it was a gay bar. The first condom turned to the second condom and said, "I think we're getting shit faced tonight."

Fast and quick is better

Good golly miss molly... Looks like Christmas was extended for me this year. I got one wish today (long overdue). Some things are just a better situation for everyone involved.

Have you ever had one of those Band-Aids that is stuck to your skin. You've had it on a cut far too long and now it's part of your skin. The Band-Aid is not happy, you are not happy. Sometimes, you just have to rip it off and take the pain. It's the best thing to do all around.

How do YOU spell relief?

biting my tongue

I'm not going to say anything.

Sniff, sniff that's my quarterback sniff, sniff

STAY OFF MY LAWN YOU DAMN KIDS!!!

I was laying in bed enjoying some long overdue rest when I kept hearing this screaming. Last night my neighbors were having a party and they were outside ALL NIGHT LONG. You sir, are not Lionel Richie. Please go back inside and keep it down. That is what I fell asleep to last night.

This morning, the screaming was still there. I wanted to kill someone this morning with all that screaming. Then it hit me. Maybe my clock was wrong. Am I missing the football games. Crap... I jump out of bed. I listen some more and I think, "People can't be yelling for that long just for a football game."

Perhaps it was the wind. It was windy as hell yesterday, so it must be the wind. I get up and get dressed to walk my dog. As I walk outside, I see cars parked all up and down my street.

"Fucking people next door even have the nerve to park illegally up and down the street. Damn bastards!"

And then this slight flicker went off in my head. Shit. The Marathon. The noise I was hearing was the crowd screaming for the marathon runners. Turns out the marathon route is one street over from me. So all this morning, I was hearing the crowd screaming to support the runners. Turns out I was the grumpy Bastard all along (like the old man yelling at the kids playing in his yard).

How's that for an alarm clock? So instead of running this marathon like I wanted, I ended up sleeping through most of it and complaining about it when it does happen. I feel like such a Caribbean chicken.

Serious story

"An off-duty Harris County Precinct 7 deputy constable on his way to escort a funeral procession was killed Saturday after his motorcycle hit a car that made a sudden turn in front of him, authorities said."

That is a serious case of messed up karma.

Link for the full story.

You can't stop #83

How about them Patriots.

Brady practically had a perfect game and you gotta love Wesler. Enough said.

The only way this would be a better weekend is for the Giants to win tomorrow. My prediction for tomorrow? Giants and Indy winning.

The meaning of life... and a haircut

It's funny when you get really good lessons about life from your hair stylist. There are few times when I'm somewhere and do not expect to have these type of philosophical conversations with people. Not to put anyone down. There are brilliant people doing all sorts of work for whatever reason, but it still catches me by surprise when it happens.

We where discussing my relationship with my daughter at this age and gave me some really good advice to help maintain a good relationship with her. She explained it from a woman's point of view. She has a 17 year old daughter so she just went through a lot of the emotional experiences with her.

What is normally a 15 minute haircut turned into a hour long haircut. We just kept talking and talking. When I left, I had never received so many evil glares from the people waiting in my life. Actually not true... there have been several times in my life where I have received a whole lot of evil glares. I'll just add this to my running total.

Life view from the other side

Yeah Hell! Wait, no. Hell, Yeah...

What's it like to complete 15 last minute tasks in three hours? Total awesomeness.
I've got my "A" game going today.

Nothing but good vibes. What's that I'm feeling?
A little Ice Cube coming on...

Need to start going in a cup at my desk

So I'm standing at the urinal, doing my business when I happen to look up. What the fuck???

It appears that someone has been flicking boogers up into the lights above the urinal. Nasty old crusty boogers. Just dangling there above my head. FREAKED ME OUT.

What if one falls on me while I'm there? What if I'm walking around right now with some crusty booger on my head and don't know it? Who the hell does something like that?

Oh I know there is nothing on me right now (only because I spent five minutes checking all over me before I left the bathroom), but what if it has happened in the past. I should put up a post it note saying, "Please stop flicking your boogers up here".

Are water chestnuts made with water?

It's 2:00AM and I'm supposed to be asleep by now.

My parent's would always tell me that "burning the candle at both ends will burn me someday". I believe they are right, but I still gotta lot of candle left in me! And I'm lighting fires like there's no tomorrow.

You know, there are a lot of songs that have fire in the song.

"We didn't start the fire..."
"The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire..."
"I've seen fire and I've seen rain..."
"Fire in the disco, fire in the Taco Bell..."
"Fire..."
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..."

I'm sure there are more, but my brain isn't exactly working at optimum speed right now. What is my fascination with random posts filled with nonsense?

Peeking from my broom closet

I've been surfin the Internets for a long long time now. I remember watching the first South Park episode as it was being passed around before there was any thought of it being a real show. I have been quietly watching from a distance for the past 15 years, but now I have decided to place my small impact on the Internets.

Yeah, yeah.. I have this site. This site is really the equivalent of a small janitor closet tucked away in the basement of a 100 story building. It does exist on the Internet, but not many people know of its existence (other than the janitor). I have become more active and started to actually participate on different sites.

I have had a facebook account for a while and a myspace account for a while. I have them only to view OTHER people's pages. I never updated them until recently. Well, not all of them. After all, Myspace is pretty much trashed now. I'm more of a facebook type of guy.

Hell, I had this site for several months before I actually put anything on it. My latest adventure? Flickr. I just can't seem to get enough of it lately. I want to go out and take a million pictures to place on Flickr. Of course that means I will need to upgrade to a "pro" account. If I can actually fill up the free account, then I will upgrade at that time.

Did you notice my will power there? That's what I have discovered lately. This is my secret weapon. I think I have figured out (partly) why I fail at my goals / resolutions. I was all or nothing and then would get bored or burn out. Not this time. I will take small baby steps (minimal costs) and then if I stick with that, I will advance further. Did that last sentence even make sense?

Anyway. This post did have a point at one time, but I'm afraid I've lost it after the second paragraph. Oh well, guess it wasn't too important.

Have camera will travel

I have a week vacation coming up and do not know what to do during that week. Last year I went on the Route 66 trip. I was expecting some type of soul searching during that trip, but didn't find what I was looking for. I don't even know what I was looking for, but either way, I didn't find it. Something about all those commas in the last sentence disturb me. Perhaps I should take a grammar and punctuation class during that week.

Anyway, I'm trying to figure out what to do this year. I have to take this vacation because we have those "use it or lose it" rules in place at work. I tried to get paid time for it, but no dice. Who the hell still says, "No dice" anymore? It's like I'm stuck in the 80's.

So, um, yeah. Still here trying to figure out where to go or what to do during this week. I was just going to stay home all week long and hibernate. This kind of goes against my whole "year of action" thing though.

I was also thinking about ways to use my new camera. I could find local places to practice my picture taking, but want something other than museums, parks, etc. I need a game plan otherwise I'll end up wasting my week doing nothing.

Where art thou creativity

Why is it that we always want what we can't have? I hear this all the time. The grass is always greener on the other side. I just have to accept that some things can not change (no matter how hard you try). I have always had this feeling of "giving up" whenever I just accept something that doesn't change.

For example, I want to be creative in so many ways. I truly try to find my creative side, but nothing happens. I just sit there and stare at a blank page. I know it has something to do with the whole pressure thing, but I want to be creative NOW. I saw the new Gwen Stefani HP commercial the other night. She mentions that she can not turn "off" her creativity. Fuck me. She has so much that she is can't find a way to make it stop.

I know that I'm a left brain thinker. Maybe if I shake my head hard enough, I can jiggle some of that thinking over to the right side of my brain. Nope, still got nothing.

Flagpole Sitta

I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Mind...

- Harvey Danger

I don't want to be a chicken, I don't want to be a duck

(EDIT: Since this seems to be a constant search hit on google, see my post Here for the chicken dance lyrics.)

I think I finally realized why I feel so lost sometimes. I have no plan in my life. Nothing. I have no short term nor a long term goal. I have previously mentioned that my goal was to graduate from college. I did that seven years ago and have not made any goals since then. I was so tired after achieving my degree that I wanted to just take a break and not think about any other goals for a while.

I think seven years is long enough. I need to make some new goals. So what are my goals? I'm not quite sure yet. I want to live someone else. I am so tired of this city and want to live somewhere far away. I'm thinking San Francisco or New York. I know it not easy and their is the whole cost of living thing, but damn it I want to do it. I will make this a long term goal.

It is not possible for me to just up and leave for that kind of distance right now. I have a few years left before I can do the move. So what then? I'm not sure. I want to move to Austin perhaps. It's just far enough to be different, but it's still close enough to allow me to come back when necessary. I love Austin. I love the city, I love the environment, and I love the scenery. I just don't know.

My more realistic reality is to get my Masters degree within the next few years. This could be timed just right. I would get my degree and then when I'm finished I could move to another city. The thing holding me back from the degree? Money. I've mentioned it before and I have such a hard time justifying the cost of the degree. That's a big ass loan to take out.

Another short term goal... learn Spanish. I know I keep mentioning this and even I tell myself "bullshit" each time I hear it from my mouth, but I want to learn it. What will it take for me to actually learn the language?

I guess that applies to all my goals. What will it take for me to keep these goals? What's the difference between short term goals and New Year's resolutions? If I can not keep those, then how in the hell am I going to achieve my goals?

This is the part that I need to figure out. Maybe I should just sign up for the classes and commit my money to the goal. Then I would have to work toward my goal. Right? Phhttt... NO.

I've tried that before. I just end up losing my money and still the same person as before. I can't keep thinking like that. After all, this is the Year of Action not the Year of Denial.

So to recap what my goals are right now.

Long term: Move to another city
Short term: Master's Degree, Learn Spanish, Lose 50 pounds

Damien should be my middle name

My sleep patterns are WAY off schedule. I had the last couple of weeks off from work and today was my first day back. It was painful waking up this morning. I was so used to waking up around 10:30 and goofing off for a couple of hours. Then I would eat breakfast / lunch. By the time 2:00 rolled around, I was ready to start my day (sometimes).

I was sooo tired this morning and the coffee did nothing. I was in a zombie state for the most part of the morning. I was falling asleep in the afternoon. I thought, "I am so crashing tonight when I get home. And what do you know? I am wide ass awake. I usually didn't go to bed until 3:00 or 4:00 am the past couple of weeks. Now my body is like, "Fuck you. I'm doing what I want."

You know what song I like? The Omen song. I saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert this year and they performed that song live. I guess performed and live are the same thing. It was bad ass.

Sorry about that. I just heard some basketball commercial on TV and they were playing that song. Random thoughts... It's the world in which I live. Enough rambling for today.

Happy New Year!

I just wanted to wish everyone good fortune for the next year.