It really wasn't a plan...

The conversational twist is an interesting thing...when someone gives you something to chew on that winds up having the opposite effect of what they intended by tellng you in the first place. How can you prove that your actions were triggered by their words, and not laid out in advance by some pre-determined plan? You just can't.

Sleep is for Suckas

One of the most precious things in life is the ability to finally pass out at the end of a long day, relax, unwind, take a load off, and so on. Ok maybe it's a lazy ideal, but for those of us who just can't seem to do it, it's a holy grail.

Some people say sleep when you're dead. I say if you can sleep you are friggin lucky. Between the rotting economy, kids' problems in school (why am I not allowed to yell at someone else's kid who is bothering mine?), the push and pull of marraige and it's tricky ins and outs (or lack of in-n-outs), and a beyond reasonable workload at the office, who the hell can sleep. Or sleep soundly.

Maybe if I stop drinking 16 oz of iced coffee goodness at 3 in the afternoon that would help.