Its 12:00AM. Do you know where your brain is?

I don't. I think it fell out somewhere around 10:11. Thats when I thought- I mean, seriously, half-decided-and-sent-commands-to-my-muscle thought about laying down on the long table in the kitchen here at [AwesomeCo] before I came to my senses.

I can just see a co-worker busting in on me. "But I can explain!" I'd blurt out in a guilty, don't-hate-me kind of tone.
"Oh you can?" They'd reply.
"Yes...I...it was a flat surface, and well. I was...a tired man.."

Well, that went well, hypothetical me. Shame on us.

Later, I decided I wanted some toast. Then, the next thing I know, I had made a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich- everything in between is kind of a blur. I think I looked in a cabinet and got all excited because they had chunky peanut butter.

So yeah- I already knew that I talked in my sleep something awful, but apparently, sometimes when I'm reeeaally tired? I make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Actually, I think its kind of cool.
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In other, profoundly more important news, its been 1 month now since Kiaya and I were "official". I am still quite desperately in love (even more so, actually) and while I know one month probably doesn't sound that significant or impressive to anyone, I am very happy.
Very happy indeed.
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Okay, back to here at [AwesomeCo]. Oh, and speaking of which- I love all my readers. Seriously, its really great to be read. I don't care where you come from or who you are- I like hearing from you. Even if you were, say, in management at the company I work for, doesn't mean you have to just sit around on the sidelines- feel free to comment! (Just, you know...hypothetically. [You know who you are. ] :D )

Reading by the fireplace

I was always a fan or the romantic idea of curling up to a good book and reading it by the fireplace light. Its such a warm, safe and cozy sounding thing... but you know what? Its really not all that great. I mean it is, but its not as perfect as we so often make it out to be. I thought about this last night when I attempted to recreate this idealistic notion while a blazing fire was started upstairs. I pulled up a chair and tried to read The Golden Compass.

I began to realize yet again as I shifted in my seat that all I ever get when I actually try this in real life is strained eyes from bad lighting, a cold back and a leg thats about to go up in flames.

And yet, I still love the idea. Its irrational, really- but somehow my personal memories of how difficult it is to get comfortable by a fireplace are always overrun by this grand ideal thought of being around a fireplace. Anyone else ever notice that kind of quirk about yourself?

An up-what?

There is a guy at our work who is an Elvis memorabilia nut. He probably has the most expensive and biggest collection of Elvis concert stuffs in the North East- his most recent piece that he bought (from eBay of course) was a banner from one of Elvis's last shows. Its framed and everything.

To some extent I can understand something like that- its a piece of history. Also, it has some resale value. But today...

Today he brought in "Collector edition" Elvis Reese's peanut butter and banana cream cup candies. A box full of them (apparently he got several). They aren't too bad- basically regular Reeses cups with banana in them too. But I'll admit, I was kinda weirded out over the bizarre branding of it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm an evil capitalist as some of you know, so I think they should be able to do whatever they want to bring in money (within SOME limits). And even though I never got why Elvis was so big, I understand he was. But this is how you celebrate it?

"Hey everyone, 30 years ago today Elvis KILLED himself. Lets make a candy!!! Reeses for everybody, its Elvis's deathday!"

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(A more proper post is to follow, I just figured I'd throw this up here so people knew I was alive. I have half a Soulfest post [well, a good page or two start anyway] but now I really want to do a concert post for the Nickel Creek/Fiona Apple concert. One of them will be next.)

I'm down with the sickness

Yesterday I got very very sick. Fever, sweating bullets and alternating chills, etc.

So far I feel a bit better this morning, but I am very very sore. I feel like all my muscles are 10 times more sensitive. As much as I need rest, it hurts to be on one bed for too long...

This isn't a "pity me" post (well....), but just to let you know that if if you can't get ahold of me, this is why.

Oue, my neck...

You want a post, wise guy?

Zeke is not dead.

---Someone who should know

P.S.: More at eleven*.


*does not guarantee or designate actual time.

A short scene from my life

So my mum brought the mail addressed to me down to my lab... I look through it- Credit Card offer, personal note and an army recruiting brochure.

Me: The army wants me, mum
Mum: Oh?
Me: Yup... and they say they'll give me this great gift- a messenger bag.
Mum: *laughs* For what? Signing up?
Me: No, dying.

At this point, my Mum stares at me with strange expression for an uncomfortable second or two.

Mum: Well... I could really use that messenger bag...