Things to ponder: A glance inside the mind of an insomniac.

I haven't slept for more than 5 hours since about April 10th...or maybe even before that. I was just throwing that date out there so I could attempt to solidify my claim.

So... I was sitting in bed...which, by the way, is exactly 5 strides from my little couch where I smoosh myself to write or type... depending on how motivated I'm feeling. If I have something REALLY good to say, I write it. If not, I just type because it's a helluva lot faster and I can't stand the fact that my handwriting changes every 5 minutes...

Oh..right... back to my story. I was sitting in bed and realized, wow... I wish that a little typwriting thumbelina-style man or woman or whatever was sitting in my brain recording my train of thought because I was reallllly thinking about some extremely MANIACAL things.

Like...

Why the hell don't airplanes have parachutes for everyone on board? I mean, how much space can a parachute actually take up. I'm not like, a pro skydiver or anything but I can't imagine a few hundred little parachute backpacks could weigh that much. Throw a couple of the bottles of Gin out the window to make room. No one drinks that pinetree scented shit anyways.

Or... going off on someone...

it's a fairly common phrase, correct? Well... if you "go off" on someone you tend to turn up the volume rather than turn it off... shouldn't the phrase be go on to someone? It sounds stupid but the thought actually crossed my mind. I'd probably use the phrase "freakin flipped the fuck out" but where is the sense in that alliteration?

Ok soooo that's really all I wanted to share with whoever is dumb enough to read what I (or we, for that matter) have to say.