The Sun also rises.

Just when one starts entering the nuances of one's proper subconcious, life always gives you a nice delivery from Bob's Barricades. Just as I was preparing to determine whether my fantasies or nightmares were going to trapse the light fantastic of my dreams, a third option arose, insomnia. Usually, fair readers, this blogger tries to empty his head of whatever free radicals are there and then find slumber. I figured I was well on the path to this, having finished my post early, and proceeded to stare blankly at the ink black ceiling. However, when the clock hit four in the AM, I realized there was no rest for me tonight. So instead of my subconciousness presenting me with those fears and regrets, all I had was boredom. And a movie about Nelson Mandela, the Color of Freedom, I recommend it. So thus I pondered a great many thing, most notably how to try and move my life in some forward direction. It then occurred to me that this was one a the first bouts of insomnia not initiated by a drinking binge. Previously I always ran on the assumption that my sleeping patterns were disrupted by excess sleeping after excess drinking.  I now am left to wonder that if the cause of these episodes are by the immediate thoughts that drive me to go out and seek solace among others (Arthur Guinness included) instead of the good old self destructive behavior bit. Soon enough, when you swear your evyes have developed cracks in them, the rest of the house began to wake up, to which I determined they have lost all famliarity of the term "inside voices". My brother then swung by, which further proved my theory that my family isn't smart enough to get out of earshot before they talk shit about me. Thus a long line of fairly evil plots developed, I will take the high ground and not lay it all out in public. Plus, I never like to let the subjects of my wrath (pronounced Roth on this occaison) know whats coming. So here I am, taunted by the vacant ramblings of my mind and increased paranoia (wait is it paranoia if it is founded in reality) towards most of my family. Coulda really used some downtime on Call of Duty (killing thousands online is quite theraputic sp.?), but it was Lena's birthday, so Scott was out, and Adi's stuck working on this case, so it was a nogo. Starting to realize why I was so insular in high school. Man, I could really use some sleep.

Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus

Dave

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