I am so terribly sorry it has taken me over a week to blog. I know I left this on a very…strong note with the last post. I’m not apologizing mind you, but I hate to not follow up something so personal with something more idiotic and lighthearted. Don’t ask why, even I don’t understand me. So where to begin?
I haven’t had any deep thoughts lately to speak of. The longer I am out of school the more my mind goes numb. Perhaps it is the disgusting amount of comic books I find myself reading; perhaps it is the effect of being in Mac-town without a god damn thing to do. I don’t know. I do know I need a job, desperately. At this point I would work at Neiman’s (a grocery store in town for those of you just tuning in). My only real revelation is that I want to marry Batman. My cousin and I discussed this. What wouldn’t be perfect about that?

Batman is most certainly a manly-man—he can kick ass without showing off but has that deep-rooted angst thing going for him (which all girls melt over). You know if he loved you he would never let anything happen to you and a person wouldn’t have to worry about him not coming home at night because he’s Batman. Batman does not get killed. Captured, shot, beat up, but never killed. He always makes it back in the end. He’s smart (being a detective and all) he’s hot (that body, with the things he has to do physically?) and let’s face it, everyone knows he’s great in bed. The man is quite possibly the greatest detective to ever live. I would bet money he would know how to show a girl a good time. I want to marry Batman. If not marry; at least have an illicit affair with. Mmmm…*daydreaming*. Sorry, couldn’t help myself.

Ah yes, aside from *ahem* daydreaming about comic book characters the only other news in my life is that I finally had my sleep study. Probably I don’t have sleep apnea, but I did get to spend the night in a hospital bed hooked up to all kinds of wonderful machines. I had more electrodes on me than Michael Jackson has had surgeries. The damn things hurt when they peel them off too. Then they tell me to sleep naturally. How does a person sleep naturally when they’re covered in wires that inhibit movement? Not to mention the lady had to keep coming in and waking me up because I thrash like a mad person in my sleep (I could have told you that) and kept knocking shit off. Oh well, such is the way of things, the way of the force. I will of course let you know if I get to have my tonsils out. Granted, how I sleep has nothing to do with the fact I can’t swallow my food so maybe I’ll have them out anyway, but that remains to be seen. Well, visions of Batman are dancing in my head so I’m off to read. Have a marvelous day and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Of course, don’t do anything I would either.