Bright Lights

Yes, insomnia. “The bitch is back” as it has been said. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m no longer tired. I was exhausted about 3 hours ago, but for some reason that lapsed and here I am… wide awake.

I’ve decided I should try to get up to Flagstaff to see the RCPM show later this month. I haven’t been out of town in so long I think I’m going loony.

The shift bid at work is underway again. Yay to massive disruptions in ones life! There is one thing I’ve always questioned about the wisdom of the random, mandatory shift bid. It’s like stirring the soup not because the soup needs to be stirred, but because someone just freaking decided it should be done. Arbitrary stupidity is not something I fancy. But, we’ve been talking about this for a long time and its understood that the recent trend of shift bids every few months is going to end and more long term scheduling will take place. I hope.

I’m writing again, a story that I hope will turn out to be a best seller. Okay, at least something that I hope will be published and collect dust somewhere. It seems promising. Patrick read the first few pages, and although he is not a big reader, is interested to find out what happens. I hope people like Witchcraft and Secret Police. OOOH! Its Bourne meets… well… most witchcraft movies suck monkey balls, so there isn’t much I can say to compare it too.

Still planning on getting a cat as soon as I get my tax refund. Needless to say I am patiently waiting the digital copy of my W-2. This house is definately missing a feline.

Well, I think I’m going to wander aimlessly around the internet. Ciao!