One hour's sleep plus a good helping of English ale has me more than ready to call it a day. So, for now, enjoy this photograph of a war memorial at night.
Friday, October 17, 2014
It took a bit, but I'm now here in small town southern England. Obviously, my hotel (think Fawlty Towers) has wifi. Hence the reason I'm checking in with you lot now. I know I said I'd share a good story with you, but now is not the time. I've crossed an ocean, and the travelled by motor coach, automobile, and foot to get here.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
I know I'd said I was going to write every day until 2015, but I found myself behind the eightball last night and just couldn't manage it.
I let you down and I'm sorry.
But be honest now are you at all surprised? I mean, disappointment is my middle name. Hell, just ask any girl who's been out on a date with me.
All jokes/half-truths aside, you lot know that I'm trying. In fact, I'm writing this whilst waiting for a red-eye to London. I could be tweaking my fantasy football lineup or texting girls who won't text me back, but instead I'm here with you (in a manner of speaking.)
Anyhow, if I can find the time (and the wifi) during this whirlwind trip, I'll be sure to keep posting. Just like I said that I would. While this post is little more than worthless bojangling, I've got one in the slow cooker about a recent lecture at the Smithsonian that really made a difference in my life. So, stay tuned, because if the plane doesn't crash - and I don't contract Ebola and die - then you'll be in for a one of my rare "good" stories.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
So, my brain feels like someone poured a gallon of Red Bull into the tank. Needless to say, I'm not sleeping. Hell, I haven't even been able to nap! The fucker just won't refuses to power down. If anything, it feels like it revs up even more once I shut off the lights and lay down.
Of course, what my brain doesn't realize is that I have other weapons at my disposal. That's right; drugs. Tonight I'm turning to my stash of ill-gotten prescription medications. Now, please don't think that I'm excited about resorting to chemical help; I'm not. Last time I walked down this path, waking up felt like I was swimming a mile to the surface of the ocean. Still, the sleepless days are starting to pile up; I've gotta do something.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Somehow, I managed to get in a bit of sleep last night. I suppose a couple nights without it, coupled with a long day of drinking will do that to a body. Of course, all the booze and unhealthy fairground food made for a nightmarish dream experience.
I couldn't tell you what happened for the life of me, as it all seemed to run together like a neverending blur. Screaming, crying, running, fear, rage, and confusion all haphazardly splattered across the same canvas. However, in the midst of all of this chaos, there was a single moment of perfect calm. My frustration, anger, and sorrow all melted away, my fists unclenched; I literally let go of everything.
And it felt utterly amazing.
But then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. Because even in my dreams I can't win. Right before I snapped back into consciousness, and this perfect peace was torn from me forever, a clue flashed in my mind. Then I opened my eyes in the cold darkness of my bedroom and spoke a single word;
Saturday, October 11, 2014
I'm beginning to think that my shitty mattress is to blame for my back problems. Which, in turn, is probably to blame for my shitty sleep habits. I can barely keep my eyes open right now, but I wonder how much of that is simply due to sleep deprivation and drunkeness?
Guess well see in a few minutes.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Man, I might need to start taking karate or join an MMA gym or some shit because I've got some anger swirling around inside. Of course, those things would cost money that I don't necessarily have right now. Still, I caught myself a couple times this week, ready to just let loose on somebody. Let's face it; no one wants to hang around that dude.
Perhaps now that my back is finally feeling better I can get into some kind of regular rhythm with exercise and such. Honestly, I'm hoping that will do the trick because my other option is to try therapy...and who has the money for that shit?
Thursday, October 09, 2014
So, a few days ago I'd resolved to scale back my efforts with a girl I'd been seeing. Long story short, I've been doing all the heavy lifting; setting up dates, calling and texting to keep the lines of communication open, etc. Given my past experiences, I figured she was done with me but was just too cowardly to pull the trigger. Lo and behold, she texts me out of nowhere today!
Now, it was to ask about a restaurant I'd planned to take her to earlier. So, odds are she's checking it out without me. Que sera sera, right? She also filled me in on her stressful week since last we communicated. Needless to say, I'm sticking with my original plan to make her do some of the leg work. Because, at the end of the day, nothing's for certain. Especially not when you're dealing with women.