Sand and Fog...

I am so tired I can hardl think straight. But I can't sleep. That's the weird thing. No matter how hard I try to relax, I just lay in bed wide awake. At Four in the morning no less. It sucks! So I thought I'd at least get in an update.

Some guy named Hellman (I linked to his blog) decided to come into m blog and make fun of me for being loser. That's fine. I know I am. But I guess I'm not as big of a loser as someone who browses other people's blogs so he can make fun of them. Wouldn't tha be more patheti than I actually am? He felt bad after reading about m father dying, so I guess he's a decent guy deep down thee somewhere.

I hate it when people pity me though. My life is what I have, and I deal with it, but I don't deserve, or want special attention because my Dad shot himself. That's just the hand I've been dealt. I'm not a total geek loser just because m home life wasn' that great. That's just who I am, and if you don't like it, well, it's not like I'm forcing you to come to my blog. Oh, and as far as the crude sexual humor goes....pretty uncreative. It's not that hard to come up with a double entendre. Well done you. You're mediocre.

Sorry, enough venting, and I don't mean to be a jerk Hellman, if you're even reading this.

Sleep is such an odd thing. Why is it necessary. It seems like such a big waste of time. I have a splitting headache, and am istening to Radiohead's Kid A. One of my favorites.

Alright, enough writing for one evening (morning?). Have a good Saturday ya'll!