6:48 AM

Ok,so here I am very early Sunday morning and I’m semi-wide awake. I’ve already been up for a half hour, which was long enough for me to see that I fell asleep at the compter last night and somehow climbed into bed without remembering how.

I hate when that happens.

And now I’m bored (and really freakin cold). I have an amazing talent for getting bored. I think I could probably get bored anywhere. I guess I just don’t find most things all that exciting. In a way it’s all kind of bland and tasteless.

And as for being cold…..

I totally think that if there is any semi-intelligent being behind the process of who gets born where and to whom, that they screwed up when they made me be born in the frozen tundra of fracking Minnecolda. I hate cold and I hate winter.

I don’t want a white Christmas, I don’t snowmobile, I can’t snowboard anymore (I screwed up my knees doing that back in Jr. High), I hate shoveling, etc, etc, etc.

For a long time I thought there isn’t a single thing I like about winter. But to be a bit more optimistic (even though it’s not my nature to be an optimist), I did think of one thing a while ago. Are you ready?

There is less road construction during the winter.

Now that may not be a big deal to some people, but being as how I’m a semi driver I hate road construction, even though I know it’s necessary. I just hate having to go through it.

Well I’ve been writting for 10 minutes now. Isn’t that special?

Now that I think about it, is anything really special? What exactly makes a thing “special?” I dunno. I really don’t think that anything is special though. But maybe that goes back to “everything being bland” like I said about being bored.

Oh well.

Dang, I must’ve been sleeping in a funky position cause my right hip is really sore. Or maybe I’m just getting old and getting osteoperosis.

Speaking of being bored though, I’m kinda getting bored of writting here now.

So……..

“Staring at the sea, will she come? Is there hope for me after all is said and done? Anything at any price, all of this for you. All the spoils of a wasted life, all of this for you.” NIN