Some useless insight…

You know, there isn’t much to do when you can’t sleep. You try to occupy your mind. Do something that may make you tired. You play little mind games to try to induce slumber. You watch TV… The only real problem with that is… Well, theres nothing on. I have well over 400 channels here and after about 2am, if you don’t wanna buy the latest kitchen gadget or have your damned soul saved by the old lady with pink hair. There really isn’t anything on. Lately I’ve found myself watching BBC America. This is a great channel if you only want to watch 3 shows. Oh, once in a while there are some good ones on (e.g. Dr. Who, Torchwood and Life on Mars) but most of the time is some butt ugly chick telling people how disgustingly fat they are, two old women showing the world just how disgusting some peoples houses are, or the little bum chum who digs through attics and cupboards for peoples possessions to auction off. And don’t even get me started on Bargain Hunt with David Dickinson! I can’t tell if he’s a little light in his loafers or not! I will tell you this bargain hunters, this guys needs some acting lessons. He comes of like the prince of showmanship with his striped suit and 70’s hair… Kinda looks like he is related to Austin Powers in someway… Yeah, thats it… If Austin Powers and Liberace had a kid…

Anyway, the hours tick past with no regard for my well being. I’ve tried everything known to man… Counting sheep… Yup 54,976 so far and not one yawn. As fatigued as I get (notice I said fatigued, not tired) I will never try warm milk! Bleck! Milk needs to be ICE cold and should never fall below the temperature where the ice crystals melt! Milk is too warm if it doesn’t hurt my teeth and cause cold induced head trauma!

I will stay awake sometimes for days then crash like a cut rate air liner. Yup, I’ll sleep for like 12 to 16 hours. Then, just like that, I’m back on my string of nocturnal madness. I swear, sometimes I look in the mirror and my K9 teeth are growing and I get this urge to redecorate my room with a coffin. Also my eyes have begun to glow and I have started to hang from trees and suck down bugs with my extra long, sticky tongue. Yeah, this dark side I have crossed into sucks!

So, I’ve taken up writing my thoughts in the form of this blog. I figure, if I’m gonna waste all night on the internet, I may as well do something constructive. HAHA, well, I don’t know how constructive, but its doing something none the less.

Well, well… What’s this? Have I finally found some sort of cure? Writing this has made me somewhat tired! Besides, the sun is about to come up and I need to retire to my coffin before the sunlight bathes the room in what is sure to be an instant death.