Kick Me

At 12:15 I rolled over. At about 1, I said fuck it and got out of bed. Insomnia sucks. My body aches. I feel like I have been on the receiving end of an ass kicking. The timid, scared chair massage girl just made it worse. I guess you get what you pay for. Too tired to read or do anything productive. I've seen two Chris Rock Concerts in a row. Ever since I was a little kid If I heard two or three songs of the same artist on the radio or there is some TV marathon I assume they died. Well at least he made me laugh. That, as I have mentioned before, is generally hard to do. I might snorke, half chuckle, make some unintelligible sound that may or may not show approval for your attempt but an all-out gut buster is a bitter memory and a long time coming I fear. More happiness to follow. Happy Sunday God-fearers, football fans, World Series lovers. Me I'm hoping a good hockey game will come on, I can fall asleep too, and then wake up in time for last call.