Sunday, February 21, 2010

Insomniac Ramblings

12:35am might not the best time to get restarting into my blog. Its two hours after my sleeping pill clearly didn't help me with just that, and I'm left , like Romeo, "so unsatisfied"--somewhere between lucid thought, the daze of the work day, psychadelic dreams, my personal studies and good old fashioned sleep. I sure would like to buy me some of that good sleep. For a quarter!

My wife is studying for the BAR coming up this week and vibrating on her own frequency of atomic collision while I continue on my pin-ballesqe jostle-tostle through and at the laughing hand of God. And it is laughing and it is God's hand my friends. This makes perfect sense to me, so I should probably stop. I have insight enough that this sounds like ramblings to someone else, but my expressive brain that shares some of the questionably bundled neurons stuffed to the back (the funny looking ones that occasionally squawk or fizzle) can't resist conducting a tangential tryst with such enticing impulses. Feel me? Pop....

Not a failure if it weren't such an effort. So I leave you with a prayer from the righteous words of Jerry Springer, "Until next time, take care of yourselves and each other". Schmuck.