Freestylin'

I've come to realize I've been thinking too hard about what to type in this blog.

Most of the blogs I've seen have consisted of random, off-the cuff-type entries. I should adopt that kind of format, yet, I feel compelled to make my blog somewhat more...I dunno...coherent?

What's the point?

Very few people actually read this tripe, and those who do are friends of mine. Why do I feel this inexplicable need to impress my perceived "audience" with pithy remarks and "clever" topics?

Why do I persist in using words such as "inexplicable," and "pithy?"

("Persist," too, for that matter)

I think, perhaps, I may think too much.

I have always had the misfortune of over-analyzing any given scenario/topic/situation, and frankly, it gives me a headache.

That's why I stay up late at night. I find that if I try to go to sleep early, I toss and turn. My brain ("stupid brain") won't shut down. I read a lot, I watch a lot of television- I'm an "information junkie."

I read articles in the newspaper that I actually don't give a single shit about-stock market news, sports, international reports, etc. I'm addicted to information/knowledge. I don't like it, but, it's how I turned out.

The thing is-when I try to fall asleep, my brain decides to process/compartmentalize the info/experiences/thoughts I've had that day-and I can't sleep.

So, I drink. I drink, and I stay up very late. I don't so much "fall asleep" as I "pass out." Granted, this results in less than "optimum" sleep, but I have counteracted that by perfecting the "art of the nap."

After perusing the contents of this entry ("perusing"- another pretentious word-as is "pretentious," come to think of it), I realized I've lost track of whatever point I had set out to make. Typical.

The new, improvised point is-I think I need to improvise more in this blog. I shouldn't overthink my entries. I just don't want this to turn into one of those typical blogs-detailing the minutiae of my (admittedly) boring life.

Fuck it-I'm going to watch some Aqua Teen Hunger Force...


Listen to Tom Waits, for He is The Word...