It’s official. I have insomnia. I mean, I don’t know if its really official like I haven’t been medically diagnosed with it, but I think if you go to bed at 6:30 a.m. and then get up at noon and then take a viocodin and have five pints of beer and are still up at 12:35 pm and are not tired at all you might have a sleeping problem. I’m no expert, but that’s what I think.
So, I’m sitting here reading some blogs and thinking that the interweb is boring. I’m totally bored with everything there is out there. There doesn’t seem to be anything new or interesting or exciting. Maybe I need a job. I haven’t had a job in a very long time and maybe now I’m actually going stir-crazy. It’s been over two months that I’ve been unemployed and while I’ve had every intention of being employed by this month, well. . . er. . . you know, I’ve had things to do. Like not sleep.
Boy, that last paragraph made me tired. I think I’ll go lie down.
