Spend to much time worrying about worrying...

The title of this post has nothing to do with what I am going to write here. Actually, I have no idea what I am going to write about, since I didn't really think about anything today, other then "When does this day gonna end??" I think it started off on the wrong foot due to the fact I fell asleep with the light and TV on. When I do that I can pretty much kiss off the next day. It isn't that I can't sleep with distractions (I have found I can pretty much sleep anywhere if I try hard enough). My dreams are affected by the infomercials that play late night. I think I had a dream about the little thunder ladder the other night. And, last night I think I learned I can become a real estate monster if I pay this guy $39.99 for his informational packet. It creates results! And, the houses I can buy are pink and swirly. And, there are naked girls running around. Then I can fall off a cliff. That's when I woke to my alarm screaming, light blaring, and some stupid entertainment news magazine claiming I should actually care for these damn, lame celebrities. As if they are important enough. Well, maybe not that important. The news-mag was on really early in the morning.

Life around here can be dull.

The above was a random thought.

The following is also a random thought.

I think I shall eat leftovers for dinner tonight. I am sure you don't care. I really don't care. I just find eating to be a real inconvenience. All that time and effort wasted on eating when I can waste all that time and effort on something really important like BLOGGING!!! Now, if they can develop a pill that has everything I need to sustain my day. I can use that time saved to do a whole bunch of other stuff. There's this couch behind me that could use some sitting on. There is a chair over there that could use the same. There's a bed over in the other room that could use some sleeping on... Forget the bed. The TV and light is on.

I learned today that I let too many pebbles interfere with the stones in my life. That's what the Franklin-Covey guy told me. If I just use a planner, I can get my life back on track and be a sharp saw. Yup! I also need to be proactive and proact with things in my life. I am not sure how to use this information yet. I like to sit back and let things ingest. Two years from now, I shall do what he says. I think that is what time it usually takes me to get my rear in gear after I ingest and incubate on new knowledge. After all, today? I started ... Oh, heck, I can't think of a joke here. Damn. I hate when that happens.

Well, the nuker says the leftover is done. I shall catch you all later.

"We'll leave the light on for you..."

I've been on the road most weekends since August. It's hell out there. The roads are loaded with assholes, potholes, construction holes, drainage holes, shit holes, pretty much every single type of hole known to mankind. But, what is a single sort supposed to do when they live where I do? Drive! That's what! And, what do we see over and over and over (well, besides all the holes?) The NUMBER 6!!!! In fact, I live by a Motel 6 sign. I walk out on the balcony every evening to kill myself for five minutes every now and then, and there she glows in all her red, white, and blue glory (not to mention digital yellow and black). It's become one of those fixtures in life that I've come to depend on. I need it. Not only does it give me direction (without it, I wouldn't know which exit to take off the interstate), but I know when something big has come to town whenever the price section on that sign changes. Is there something to do in town? Yup! The Motel 6 sign tells me so! Looks like rooms are not the usual $39.99 for a single, but a whole $69.99. God damn! Supply and demand is a wonderful thing. Not only does it gouge the pockets of most Americans, but it points me into activity wonderland. Depending on the price increase (some weekends it's only $59.99), I can determine my level of interest. Most times it's just some damn "Buy Expensive Shit" show at the local civic center. I am not really into those types of shows. That means, I am outta here. Therefore, I use the sign to determine the type of traffic I may encounter for 20 miles or so, in addition to the amount of Policeishness for at least a 60 mile radius. I am in the middle of JOE'S Mid-West Drinking Tour (with this weekend's stop being in the Chicagoland area), and my trusty Motel 6 sign helps guide a safe journey. Sure, in Illinois, we have the TRAFFIC-SUCKS-O-TRONS (I-294 - 19 minutes. I-90 - 24 Minutes, I-55 - YOU'RE FUCKED, LOSER!) that can help us journey. But, seriously, why spend gobs of tax-payer cash when we have the trusty Motel 6 sign. A simple change in price can mean just the same, and it's Motel 6 that flips the bill.

I love that sign. It just sits up in the sky. At night, because the pole is black, it seems suspended there. It's a damn David Copperfield Illusion! RIGHT OUT MY WINDOW! Magical! MAGICAL! And, at night, when I am afraid and need some little light to help me through, there she glows! The number 6 .... Oh, that number 6! Brilliant! How many times have you seen the number 6 and said to yourself, "Golly, the number 6 makes me feel all comfortable"? Yeah, you know what I am talking about. Surely, that 6 on that sign says, "Hey! You can feel comfort here! And, free wireless Internet and HBO to boot!" Here, that sign also means, "Joe lurks nearby. Carry pepper spray!" Anyway, I love that sign. I have stared at the sign for a couple of seconds so many times. So many times. Because of that, I have comfort, free wireless Internet, HBO dreams. Thanks, Motel 6 sign! Thanks.

I can only wish that you, dear reader, can find that Motel 6 sign to determine your weekend adventure and journey. We all need that sign. Let her inform us to driving bliss.... Oh, yeah, fuck you, Motel 8 sign. The number 8 sucks... So twisty and shit. Drives me crazy. Later.

Where has the time gone!?!?!?

Umm... hello? Is there anybody out there? Yes, I am still here. I haven't really left, actually. No, I've been around. I just haven't posted. L-A-Z-Y! There is so much I could type. There is so much that I could easily poke fun at. It's just, 1) I am lazy, 2) I forget, 3) I sleep. It's that sleep thing. I have this job that pretty much takes up 90% of my waking time. AND, the other 10% you ask? Why can't I take the time and use some of that 10% to catch up here in cyberland? Well, I like to sit and be lazy, too. I bought this wonderful chair, and I want to sit on it with a nice tasty beverage. So, what's the deal with today, on this blustery, cold fall day that brings me out of hibernation? I decided, just now, today to make a half-hearted stab at getting back out here. I guess in actuality to check-up with anybody that happens to stop by. And, maybe to finally try to get those creative juices out of hock. Hmmm... something funny happen today? I bought this soda from Meijer call Mr. Dim. I like that name! Mr. Dim... Heh. Okay, that's not so funny. Ummm... I, well, I ... it's ... you see... Okay, so can somebody explain to me MYSPACE and why I should care? I don't care. I honestly don't care about anybody or anything on MYSPACE. People, why have you become so fascinated with yourselves lately? Seriously, are you just that interesting that you think I would find you interesting? I don't. I don't care. I do find this ant climbing on my lab interesting. What the hell is it doing there? Shouldn't it be dead? It isn't. That's interesting. Your modeling career? Who kids a shit? Oh, you do! That's right! You're completely self-absorbed! I forgot. Well, get over yourself... you and your 10343 friends. Oh, sorry about your mood. Again, though, I don't give a shit. Go do something. I have plenty of books for you to enjoy. That's been my new thing lately. Books. Currently, I am working on a book called... It's hardbound... It's called... Oh, where is that book. It's about a war back in Africa. Ummm..... Hey, where is that book? Anyway, I am reading that one. I joined a book club in order to discuss books. This summer, I read 12. Yup! I read 12... most in a two week period of time. It was that part of summer that wanted to give us a glimmer of what hell would be like if we managed to get there. Quite frankly, I didn't enjoy that two weeks of hell weather. I did enjoy the books, though. And, that my friends is what I am doing. I am opening up my mind. That's what you should go do instead of spending gobs of hours on MYSPACE. I know what you are thinking. "Joe, you're writing here! SO THERE! You're like us!" Hey, I haven't been here in a year! HAHAAHAHAHAAA!!! I've been reading! READING! And, other things. Those other things are none of your business really. Some of those other things have taken me all over the Midwest. My car hates me. It really does. Anyway, kidlets, time for me to "book" if you catch my pun. Later!