Stumbling

I do not know how many of you utilize the wonder of the Internet and the web-app "Stubledupon," but I am one of those many who do.
But to the point, I find it strange that in all my stublings, only one page consistently comes up for me to look at [link]. It seems particularly bizarre in that I always have loved that movie, and have always been the one person who disparages on myself more than any other person ever has. Maybe it is a sign from the Internet Gods that I should, indeed, hold myself in higher regard, or maybe there is a bug in their system that allows this one link to come up more often than other (sometimes as frequently as ten times in a day). Regardless of which it is, I always find it brings a little smile to my face to see Edward Norton looking as confused about his (fictional) life as I am with my (real) one.

Insomnia

There is something undeniably appealing about never sleeping. The way my mind aches in strange new directions and the things I would dream seep into my open eyes is just eternally appealing. I've done my share of chemical impairment, and even including all of those (oft enjoyable, occasionally not) experiences sleeplessness is so much more inspirational and inviting. I never thought I would be so glad to have a bidaily sleep schedule, and yet here I am doting on it. Enough for now. I'm going to go drink more coffee.