Ok, I've scrapped the previous two entries under this heading.
The first one was ridiculous and going nowhere.
The second one was my usual rant about how I'm tired and angry.

This one is going to be different.
Let me preface that I'm on day 6 of a 10 day run here at work because I need a weekend off. Apparently that's the only way to get a weekend. So I'm pretty much done with people. 6 straight days of dealing with idiots who can't master the black magic of technology, for anyone that asks, is one day too many for me.

We move on. Mikie is in good health, if not a little too spoiled, for the time being. It's weird using his name. I have no idea why. I'm that way with everyone, not just my own son. I can't seem to stop calling him "the kid."

This might not be with everyone, but it's come up with a few co-workers so I'll explain it here.
Say you have an alarm clock that wakes you up every day with that buzzing sound. Well in your awake status, if you happen to hear that sound, doesn't it send some weird chill through you? Maybe a chill isn't the right way to phrase that, but for me, I get this twinge in my nerves whenever I hear it.

Now, it turns out, whenever a small child is in the store screaming, I get that same feeling as the alarm clock. It twinges the nerves.

More appropriately, sleep because I'm dead.

Wanna know the worst of it?
I'm seriously jonesing for a glass of milk, and there simply is NO milk to be had.

I knew I should have made the run earlier at like 10.

Dang it.


I'm in a half conscious state right now.
Beyond eerily calm.
I can and should sleep at this instant and yet I'm posting.

I set up a facebook.
Thus far its almost entirely worthless for one reason or another.
We'll see what happens. 
Richard Roeper's my friend now though.

Yeah, I know. Go figure.
I had his email addy saved in my hotmail account for some reason.
Him and a slew, slough, slut of people I no longer talk to.
(Yes, an entire slut's worth)
And I think I gave it the go-ahead, so we'll see what becomes of it.

Why must I constantly ache?
It makes it hard to maintain a constant stream of absolute positivity.
Not that I'm anything of the sort as it is, but still.

Even though it looks like it, 
this isn't some free verse poem. 
Assuming I have correctly identified what a free verse poem is.

Its just a lot of unconnected thoughts dodging in and out of my mind.
So I divide them up. It's only the previous paragraph
that I started making a conscious effort to align them like they are.

Anyway, I think I'm going to fall asleep to the Big Lebowski...