You're Getting Sleepy...

Well I'm not.

I seem to have forgotten how to sleep.

This has been going on for about two weeks now, and I have tried many things: working out, hot tea, hot milk, hot sauce...

Well, maybe the hot sauce was not to sleep. But you should have tasted the last cheesy tortilla I made. Sweet sassy Mo-lassy.

And so, dear reader, I beseech thee to let me in on some sleeping secrets. Most of you are family, and so I think have probably experienced similar times. It is like a very stroing type of apathy at the end of the day where I can turn my brain off but at the same time can't push myself up out of the muck to practice my normal bedtime routine. The result? Lots of delicious cheesy tortillas and not too many good restful nights. Like right now its 11:30pm and I am not tired. I have to get up in the morning. I have work. Sleep helps at work. I know. But still, the cruel mistress, she eludes me.

And I know I am a psychology student, and I know all about the importance of routine and calming my mind and not focusing too much on the next day and all that. I know. But just as doctors make the worst patients, I am loathe to take my own good advice.

And you know what? I like to sleep. Really. Waking up in a warm bed on a cold morning with the promise of NPR (yes, I said it, and yes, I know: GO GO GO) and a hot cup of coffee is always great. And I love to sit on my porch in the morning with said coffee and said news and ease into the day.

So as you can see, I have answered my own questions logically. But this restlessness is far from the warm womb of logic. So someone please do one of the following:
a) tell me how to sleep
b) give me a million bazillion dollars.

You CAN pick both, as they are not mutally exclusive.

Maybe the sandman is mad at me. I do lock all of my doors at night, and Julie might have licked him the last time he was here. Being a mythical creature in charge of human mental restoration, I imagine he doesn't like being licked by strange cats.

Hmmm.

I that was odd. I know. Sorry. Maybe I should TRY AND GO GET SOME SLEEP!!!

Its like a greased pig. A greased Uber-Pig that is fast and mischevious. I'm talking about sleep. And how it is hard to catch.

As my brother Will has said, "I am lugubrious."

I hope everyone is well, and rested.
Peace,
Joe

Controversial Topic!!!

Hmmm...

It seems that blogger has opened up its titles to search engines that then open up avenues for the spamming. IN THE COMMENTS (see my last posts comments)! I have a mind to go back to my old comments script and see what happens. As you can see, I've "baited the hook" with a hot issue in this post's title.

We'll see...

Peace,
joe

Once you go Mac, You Never Go Back

Let me tell you something.

No, seriously, you should prepare. Have a seat. Get a cup of tea.

My new computer is incredible.

Wait, not incredible. Its like Magic. Some brand of magic I always suspected should come with such expensive technology as a computer, but never saw until I became a Mac user last week.

Thats right, a Mac user. I know it sounds like I now use drugs or something, or that I am part of a cult. But let me tell you something. Um, again. I now completely understand why Macs are so cultish and why their faithful are well, so faithful.

Last week I purchased a new iBook G4, 1.33 GHz with 1 Gb RAM and a 60 Gb Hard drive. Not too fancy considering todays computing standards, but a huge and bounding leap from my old PC. ("Stan" had been with me since early college, and I had maxed out his RAM @ 256 MB. Yes, I said maxed out). My new iBook is so pretty and so fast and so EASY TO USE (yep, I busted that out early) that I can't believe its a computer. Like I said, it is some sort of magic. And believe me, its not just the update in tech that makes this so amazing. The OS is so simple, and beautiful, and quiet, and fast. The computer itself is small, perfectly proportioned, and well, nice to look at. Yeah, I admit it. "The design isn't that important" I once said. But now it is. Carrying this thing around makes me look and feel like a Stealth Ninja Polar Bear. You heard me.

Anyway, as the title indicates, I will never again venture into the land of the PC. I was afraid that my comfort with the aforementioned Windows Boxes might make this transition hard. Ummm, no. It just makes me sad I didn't do this earlier.

No, I am not going to make out with my iBook. So stop thinking that. STOP IT.

Oh, one more thing. I have finished my project of building a new computer desk for my new computer using the doors of Grandma and Grandpa's old kitchen cabinets. It turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. I'll have pictures up soon.

RANT RANT RANT.

I hope everyone is well.
Peace,
Joe

I am a Ninja, goo goo ga joob.

Hmmm... I haven't posted in awhile, and a good bit has happened. First, congratualtions to Matt and Deidre, who got married last week and are now somewhere cruising toward Jamaica on a large boat. The wedding was beautiful and the bachelor party was awesome. Think about it this way: at one point one of the attendees (at the bachelor party) thought that the clear liquid they were drinking was water. It was in fact gin. Good gin at that. Now I see what happened to all those flappers. I had the honor of being an usher at the wedding itself, and that was much more fun than you might initially think. I got to sweep one of the doors open when Deidre appeared at the back of the church, and that was mighty special. I also escorted several good looking ladies up the aisle to their seats, which wasn't so bad either.

Before the wedding I got the chance to take an actual vacation up to Athens and Anderson. My friends Carl and David generally figured out all the mysteries of the world along with me over some good drinks, and I bought some very nice used books. This is, you see, exciting stuff for me. I spent the last half of the week with my brother and sister-in-law and nephew. There I relaxed, defeated the forces of darkness, displayed my considerably mad street ball skillz (I brought the PS2 and Will and I played it. Alot.), and got to hang out with the coolest baby ever. Liam and I played a game called jump, which he learned from his jumping chair:

I love getting to spend time up there with Will and Meghan and Liam. Hopefully I will be going back before too long.

Also a congratualtions is in order to my friend Drew, who now has a fancy job and fancy apartment in Birmingham. We've spent some good times there already:

Don't worry, I am highly trained at looking like a ninja.

I hope everyone is well.
Peace,
Joe