Better than nothing

I'm intrigued by the marked bifurcation of personalities into funny and unfunny. I have become more aware of the fact that funny people's minds function much differently than non-funny people's minds.

I also believe that I may have Attention Deficit Disorder. Lately, I haven't been able to listen to somebody talk for more than five minutes before I start falling asleep. And I'm constantly squirming around and fidgeting. What's my problem? Is it just my joke-seeking mind rebelling at having to engage in joke-less activity?

Talking, joking, eating, coveting, sleeping, music-ing...these are the things I do. That sums me up. I am nothing more than these activities. As the weird midget who lives in that guy's chest in Total Recall says, "You are what you do."


This post sucks, but I gotta get to sleep so I can play basketball tomorrow. I need more time, as a general rule. Maybe I should start sleeping 6 hours a night?

If I don't get laid soon, something in my fragile psyche is gonna snap...hell, it's already held together by Elmer's glue and Doll Hair...a few more months of celibacy, and the whole thing's coming apart like Jenga.