Silly, Silly, American Man

I'm none too bright. It's well past my bedtime. Actually, it's almost my waketime. And I have to work today. Yeah... told you I wasn't bright. Or tired. That's the catch. I'm... I don't know. I'm just... AAARRRGGGHHHH.

It cartoon characters walked freely about the 3-dimensional world we call home, I'm pretty sure Charlie Brown would've just wandered in and shared in that long angst ridden cry. Yes. I'm sure if Charlie Brown ever spontaneously materialized in the real world in some wicked cool display of transubstantiation, that he would seek me out to share in my insomnia-driven frustration.

Not even tired.

Okay. I'm a little bit tired. But now I've stayed up long enough that sleeping feels risky. Like I'll be too embedded in REM sleep to hear my alarm sounding. Not to mention that my trusty rusty telescope... wow... okay, so I'm tired because I meant to type "trusty cell phone which serves as my alarm is dormant with an empty battery and missing charger" and ended up latching onto a memory from my youth triggered by the word "trusty".

Remember records? Those large black vinyl discs that spun around at 44 r.p.m.'s and funneled sound through a needle? Good, glad you're coming with me on that. Well, I had a record when I was a kid starring a bunch of random characters from the PBS show "Sesame Street". Ernie (of the classic controversial pair, Bert and Ernie)had this whole segment where he took you on a wild adventure into the jungle using only his "trusty rusty telescope". Then there was something about lava and natives and lots of running.

Okay, sidebar wrapped. I've started yawning, so maybe now's my chance to catch some sleep. Ugh... I'm just not completely ready to stop blogging today.

Brain full. Lots of thoughts.

So I'll head to sleep with good ones.

Like that my cat dreams... I can hear him right now (he's shifting over on the couch). And there's my NAP blanket... it's so comfortable I would wear it and only it in public if it were socially acceptable. I smile at thoughts of my friend Kirby for bailing me out the last two nights and being selfless about it. Walnuts... yeah, figured out I love them today, so I'm thinking about walnuts. And surprises... they can be so incredibly wonderful... like when a good friend strolls in to welcome in the new year when you least expected her... sneaky that one. The Wendy's Frosty... 'nuff said. How about the smell of lavender? Or stolen kisses? A good book on your sixth time through it? Friends who stay on the phone with you way past their bedtime until your phone dies so that you can't thank them properly until tomorrow...

Speaking of tomorrow. It's pretty much now, so I should head upstairs before I wake up all over again and blow my chance to get a little shuteye.

Think happy thoughts. And pray I wake up in time for work, if you're so inclined. G'night.