Sleep Deprivation

Not sure if I have chronic or acute, but either way, it's not good for me.  I've stopped growing, and so has my brain; therefore, I won't suffer from loss of growth or brain expansion.  I've experienced major weight change; a loss from 220 down to 200 in less than 4 weeks.  When I was out and about, I had less of a hunger, meaning if I went to our local Starbucks to work on my laptop, I didn't feel the necessity to eat.  At home, however, I can kill 5 Voltage Mountain Dews in less than an hour.  I am stressed out; I'll be the first to admit it.  And not for obvious day-to day reasons.  I'm on a time restraint. It's a goal I set for myself.  I'm getting close to the end, but the work isn't done.  So, I'm stressed, pressured, and can't sleep.  I'm not actually blogging away and avoiding my work.  I'm blogging simultaneously.  Did you know Justin Timberlake purchased My Space for 35 million dollars?  He wants to restructure and resurrect the brand name.  Why?  He was in The Social Network.  He knows Facebook dominates.  I think he caught a bit of inspiration from the movie.  Shit, I did too.  I still watch it, grasping a hold of the little hidden secrets and comments the normal viewer would miss.  I added a new talent to my site.  All I will say is not only is the site a social network/employer search/career adventure community, but it is also a source of entertainment.  Users can earn bragging rights by challenging other members in a duel.  ‘Nough said. Oh, and 30 Minutes or Less with Jesse Eisenberg looks stupid.

The Better Candidate

Chances are no one is reading this because you have more important things to do with your lives, such as Facebook crap no one even cares about, or pretend to be someone you're not.  You post 5 million pics of your baby in different poses.  Wow, awesome.  So original.  It's a waste of server space if you ask me.  What do people care about?  They look twice at the months in between pics; you know, the pics before your baby had hair, and then the ones with a full head.  Yes, you're proud.  We get it.  So you like to brag about using your child support money to buy stuff for yourself.  So you like to pretend to be in a relationship that you know means nothing.  You like to get drunk and make mistakes, but then "tee hee" about it and assume your partner will forgive you.  Ok, this is bullshit.  Reality check.  I remember when beepers were the machine of the century.  Typing "143" meant I love you.  I had an entire 8x11 page full of code.  I even had a gold chain that attached my beeper to my belt.  I was cool then because that was considered bling.  And of course it was.  Who wants to carry a 20lb grey cellphone around?  No no. It's better to get a beep, pull your car over, and use the pay phone.  And if you were lucky, Burger King was next door and you could light up a cig inside and chill.  So, why Facebook?  Here's why: you don't know any better. It's crack and it's addictive.  More power to them I say.  If you used my crack 24 hours a day, I could care less why you used it, as long as you kept coming back.  I am jealous of Mark Zucky.  However, anyone can be creative.  Just get a Harvard drop out to write your coding.  By the way ladies, he is single. 

Gotta Love Sundays

Sundays are the lazy, I don't feel like doing anything, I just want to watch SpongeBob all day, days.  This includes the waking up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and ordering in food because you just want to stay in your boxers, on the couch, and avoid daylight altogether. Making anything is out of the question.  If you're lucky enough to have a significant other share these moments with you, then you may throw "what do you want to do?" "I don't know, what do you want to do?" Nothing really." back and forth a few times.  Welcome to my lovely day today.  I wanted to blog about this because some interesting things occurred, and I didn't really realize it until later on at night.  For starters, my breakfast consisted of Cajun style boiled peanuts, code red mountain dew, and mozzarella sticks.  I finished it off with some left over tuna fish I made the day before.  Satisfied, I designed more pages of my website to be, then laid back awhile to give my cat attention.  Ok, so awhile turned into a couple hours, flipping channels back and forth between Transformers and Zombieland.  A call comes in on the cell.  It's time to visit a family member in the hospital.  Not a life threatening situation, but it's a still a hospital; far from the Ritz.  By the way, I found this interesting.  Walking out of Florida Regional, I noticed paintings and pictures for sale, hanging on the walls near the lobby.  I think health care is getting desperate for money.  I remember seeing some of the $50 to $80 paintings at Wal-Mart and Marshalls for around $10 to $20.  That's a hell of a markup.  I'm in the wrong business.  I think their miniature grand piano was for sale too.  This just isn't something you see every day.  I can sorta understand a gift shop inside a hospital, but an art gallery?  Very creative I guess?  Anyways, dinner consisted of French fries from McDonalds and a whopper from Burger King.  I hate Burger King fries and I hate McDonald’s burgers.  Honestly, I hate fast food period, but again, it's Sunday and I wasn't cooking.  Oh yeah, check this out.  The invisible man at the McDonalds drive thru tells me they're out of Diet Coke. I said ok, I'll have a Sprite then.  "We are out."  Um, ok. So I tell him "Just tell me what you do have and we'll go from there".  My wife is looking at me now like I'm a prick.  "We have Hi-C, Dr. P, Lemonade, and Water."  I asked him "How much is the water?"  He seriously told me to hold and he'll check.  Wow, really dude?  I just drove up to the window at this point and told him to add a Dr. P and wished him good luck with the rest of his night.  Onwards to Burger King.  I order, so far so good.  I pay the man and he tells me "Could you please pull up and wait in the front.  We are turning your patties now."  Ugh.  I pull up; knowing I won't embarrass myself by asking for my money back and just driving away, and wait in guess what?  Another freakin' line!  I mean there was literally a drive thru line after the drive thru line.  I don't know if it's an "I drank too much last night and my head really hurts today", or if Sunday is when the dumb people just come out to play.  Next time, I'll get a hot dog and beef jerky at the Circle K.