Flannel Pyjamas Says Sleep Is On My Mind.

I'm waiting for everyone else to go to sleep so I can hop on the well-rested train.

Trains. Hmm. There's that three hour and two minute train ride home I get to make Saturday morning I don't particularly like taking the train. Mind you, I don't much like the idea of distance between my bed and myself.

There's also the Mary Murphy Train, complete with ear piercing screams, I mean whistles.

I grew up in a 30 story apartment building.We lived in 3 different units in the same building during our 15 year stay. My grandparents lived there before us. We even took over their unit when they moved out.

The apartment was along the train tracks. There were 5-7 sets of tracks, depending on where you were standing. The set closest to us was usually reserved for Go trains and the occasional misplaced Via train. Another set, in the middle was a set that was never used for anything other than to house the local vegetation. The remaining tracks we used for freight trains, cargo trains, whatever you want to call them.

I really enjoyed watching people herd themselves on and off the Go train, but more than that, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the rail equivalent of the "Erkel" car, a bright yellow one person rail car, that I can only assume was used to service the tracks. It made this funny clicking noise as it passed by, that I could hear quite clearly from our 8th floor apartment.

I don't remember when the yellow cars stopped coming, or if maybe I just stopped looking for them, but they began to appear less frequently, and today, that makes me sad.

I'm typing this from a brand new laptop computer, and I have to say, at this moment I'm less than impressed with the keyboard. I don't know if I have to break it in, or if perhaps this web page is just glitchy, but half of the letters that I type don't appear.

With that, I'm going to stop typing this before I annoy myself beyond reason, but I think my next entry might be a review on this HP laptop of mine.

I Go Walking In My Sleep.

I have never been as wide awake as I am right now (insert yawn here). Apparently I'm not as awake as I thought I was, seeing as my right leg is in fact sleeping from the knee down. I can't seem to get myself to go to bed, so instead of getting the sleep I so desperately need, I'm going to write a blog entry.

I promised music. I can honestly say I haven't worked on anything since I made that claim. I'm not sure why really, but I just haven't had it in me to write. I've barely even played.

I'm sitting alone (an rare occurrence), in the living room (even more rare), I can here a TV on in the house, though it's not the one I'm sitting in front of. That's right, at some point in time today I managed to gather the strength to turn off Treehouse. I believe that the sounds I am hearing are coming from one of the bedrooms upstairs, as opposed to mine, which is down stairs.

The roof here is metal, I can't say for sure what it is, though I'm tempted to say tin, knowing that if there is one thing it isn't, that one thing would be tin. It doesn't particularly matter anyway. It's raining, it has been for hours, and the sound of the water hitting the roof is truly amazing, and I think that's why I can't bring myself to head downstairs. I can not hear the rain in the basement.

I'm not sure where I am going with this entry, other than crazy, so I'm gonna end it here. My apologies for the lack of content. Cheerio.

That's Okay, I Didn't Want to Interact With You Today Anyway.

Even as I'm writing this, I can't seem to pull my eyes away from the television. The fact that the television is currently showing "Treehouse" doesn't seem to be a deterrent either.

I've been doing some thinking. I was originally going to title this chapter "I'm sorry sir, but your wife is dying from television exposure" but I don't like the term "wife", so as I'm typing this sentence, the chapter remains untitled.

I can't seem to find the words to express what I'm trying to say, but basically, I hate television. I'm not sure if I've covered this topic yet. I hate that it's not only become the go-to, in the event that someone is not sure if there is something better they should be doing with their time, but it's also become priority to most other things.

Honestly, when was the last time you put something off until a commercial started? How often do you find yourself browsing through the television guide, just because there might be something on.

I find that I know two types of people who watch far too much television. There is the type that just likes to sit in front of the television because they don't feel like doing anything productive or social, and there is the type that is just completely clueless, and browses hours, and days in advance, just in case they'll have to put their life on hold because something showing on television. They set reminders, as their loved ones watch, hopelessly thinking "that's okay, I didn't want to interact with you today anyway" while crying on the inside.

Cuddling up and watching a movie is only romantic if it isn't suggested or done on a daily basis, and if it actually includes some cuddling. Also, if your significant other is trying to get a little closer, to sigh and mutter anything along the lines of "I'm trying to watch the movie", it's a total mood killer, and it kills every mood. Not just the "I want to be closer to you" mood (no matter what scale 'closer' happens to be on), but it also kills the mood to watch the movie.

I can't think of a way to end this entry, so I just will.

It's Been A While.

Okay, so now I'm thinking Nickleback. Hurray. I'm not a Nickleback fan. I could have been, there was some potential, but when it really comes down to it, not my thing.

Why don't I like Nickleback? I'll skip my usual "Yes Chad, Nickleback does suck" answer and get right into the specifics. I learned to play one Nickleback song, on guitar, for a friend, and I'll confess it wasn't the most horrible song I've ever heard, or played. Consequently, upon learning I realized that I could now fake every hit song (and regrettably there are many) that Nickleback has ever had, and no one would know the difference, except for maybe the band, and a few die hard fans. That's reason number one. Reasons numbers 2-18 consist of various complaints about the frequency in which Nickleback is played on the radio, and the remarkable way Nickleback is playing in almost every store I walk into. Reason number 19 is that there is one song (I'm sure there are many others I haven't heard) that makes me think that the band consists mostly of dirt bags I wouldn't want to meet on the street. The name of the song? "Figured You Out". Something about the lyrics just scream "JERK" to me.

Anyway, we've moved. I've moved. I'm now living in the middle of nowhere, and when I say nowhere, I do mean that I cannot walk to anywhere of value, and I can't use my cell phone. I must say, I love it. It's taken a little bit of effort to get the family adjusted, but I think for the most part all is well. I really do love it here. It's so quiet, and friendly, and as John has pointed out, I have a fireplace in my bedroom. Sexy.

I'll end this one here for now, my apologies for taking so long, and I'm sorry Chad.