Je ne peux pas dormir.

So I’ll write a wee entry in place of sleep.  Or somn.  Or sommeil.  Or whatever you want to call it.

I went out for the first time tonight in about a week since my ear has been tweaked.  I had a beer with mi muchacho Matt downtown.  It was boring as all hell cause it had been raining all night and was still, in fact, raining when we visited the bar.  I had two Labatt Blues and some poutine then we hopped back in my car and went home.

I felt out of it.  And still do as a matter of fact.  But tasting beer was pretty sweet.  I think that I had been going through withdrawals cause while I was driving there I couldn’t wait to arrive and down some booze.

Tonight has been kind of lame.  I’ve been lonely and bored.  If it wasn’t so late I’d consider calling that girl from a couple weeks ago and making her come over.

Also my keyboard is dying so I’m ending this entry.

Also, I was sitting in the doctor’s office with like three other people and it was so quiet.  I started daydreaming that I was this dynamo type guy and I started talking to everyone.  And we all became friends and were laughing and having a blast while sitting and waiting to be called in.  Like when you meet strangers and one person introduces you to everyone else then you all end up having a ball.  So yeah.  It was like that and then someone would get called in and we’d all be like, “Bye!  It was nice meeting you!”  But…  I sat there staring straight ahead instead.  Maybe next time.

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