Got my new phone today and it is not a picture phone.

Sorry ladies, but all that picture trading we were planning will just have to wait.

You'll just have to continue using your imagination.

After sleeping for over ten hours on Tuesday, imagine my surprise when last night, at around 7:00, I felt myself getting tired again.

I slept until about 6:00 AM this morning.

Now I'm the guy that went for nearly two months without getting more than a couple hours sleep per night. Now I sleep twenty-one out of forty-eight.

This week sure has seemed to fly by.

It is nice to not feel tired though. And the mental ramblings have settled down.

I may be going sane.

I've had this subject in my head for a while and I've been struggling with how to express my thoughts without sounding like I'm lecturing. I don't think it's worked.

I've known women that have never gone more than a few weeks without a boyfriend or a husband.

I've known people that have changed jobs like they've changed underwear, and I've known some that move back and forth across the country several times, never quite settling down anywhere.

These people are searching for their happiness, and I think they're looking in the wrong places.

You're not going to find happiness in any person, or at any place, or in any situation, until you find it in yourself.

If you're not happy with the person that you are, well that trumps everything else.

So stop looking outward for something to cure your sadness. The cure is right there inside you. Accept who you are and learn to get along with yourself. You'll never find a better friend.

Others have certainly said these things much more eloquently than I ever could. I've just had them in my mind lately and felt the urge to purge a little.

So for the past couple of days the things going on with me have not been worth the effort required to write about them, but I figure I'll try to play catch-up here anyway before people start getting concerned.

My mood is essentially back to normal, and I suppose I'm a little surprised and/or bothered by that. I feel like I should be feeling worse than I am, if for no other reason than less than two weeks ago was one of the low points of my life.

Lost power Monday night so I went to Rich O's and enjoyed a couple of Gulden Draaks. Nobody I knew was there except one of a certain person's ex-boyfriends and I didn't talk to him. By the time I got home my power was back on.

Last night I became extremely tired at about 8:00 so I went to bed and slept until my alarm went off at 6:30 this morning.

My cousin keeps calling me because I tried to call him the other night for some stupid reason. I haven't bothered to call him back.

My cell phone is broken (it eats batteries in just a few hours) so I'm getting this fancy new one with a camera built in.

As I said, nothing's really been worth the effort it takes to describe it. Pretty boring.

I'm sitting here noticing one thing and wondering two others.

What I'm noticing is that I still cannot sleep. I can blame anti-jet-lag a little for this but there are certainly deeper issues.

What I'm wondering is - was that really necessary? Did I really need to fall to the very bottom to know that things weren't so bad when I was only halfway down?

I'm also wondering - why do I feel guilty?

a-dor-a-ble
adj.
1. Delightful, lovable, and charming.

a-bra-sive
adj.
1. Harsh and rough in manner.

cor-nu-co-pi-a
n.
1. An overflowing store; an abundance.

Just to get the beer report over with, I had a Delerium Tremens, which I really like, and followed that up with a couple pints of Guinness. All were good.

I also sampled a little of CoffeeDude's Anchor Porter. I liked it enough to resolve to have a full pint next weekend if Rich O's still has it.

Rich O's tonight was the site of, apparently, a meeting of Southern Indiana Girls that are Hot (S.I.G.H.). This is otherwise known as a bachelorette party. Never before have so many nubile young cuties gathered at Rich O's.

Once they had all left Rich O's became boring, so I went and talked VigilanteGirl into going to a bar where my uncle and my cousin were doing karaoke.

VigilanteGirl is adorable, and it was quite nice to have some time to talk with her away from her work distractions.

I guess that's about it. When I'm in a good mood it's harder to think of things to write about.

Oh yeah, I did tell VigilanteGirl about the tracing and about the jealousy and about LaptopGirl. These were things she needed to hear from me before she read in my 'blog.

Ten points to whoever can name the source of this:

There are kisses and kisses. Some are given in sport and some in passion. There are formal kisses of greeting and departure, and there are perfunctory pecks of accustomed affection. Once in a great while lips meet and two spirits merge for a time and the universe is right and complete and the planets wheel in their proper places. Once in a while the lonely, broken spirit of a man is healed and made whole. For a while his quest is over and his questions are answered.

An additional ten points to whoever can name the Armstrongian flaw which I took the liberty of correcting.

Once in a while the lonely, broken spirit of a man is healed and made whole.

Now that's what I want. That's what we all want.

Statement: The Internet access at the Rio All-Suites Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas sucks donkey balls.

Question: Which is worse, anticipation followed by disappointment, or dread followed by relief?

Question: Am I supposed to be pissed at this fucker or not?

Statement: Delerium Tremens is a very fine beer.

Question: Just how stupid do you think I am?

Statement: SURPRISE!!!

Question: Call me, will you?

Statement: Those who say that sex is overrated are either having it often enough to be jaded or having it seldom enough to have forgotten its beauty. The rest of us would never say that it's overrated.

You know what's weird?

When you're standing at the bar next to a friend, then another friend comes up and starts making out with the first friend.

That's what's weird.

Not in a bad way, just in an unexpected way.

Last night, after exhausting the rest of the draft selection at The Tilted Kilt, I tried a Kronenbourg 1664 lager. I didn't think much of it:

(draft) An absolutely terrible, bland, watery excuse for a beer. Tastes exactly how it looks - weak and boring.

Next I had a Fat Tire. I've had this before several years ago. I liked it:

(draft) Very well-balanced ale, probably meant to be a copy of Newcastle Brown Ale, and it is a very good copy indeed. A little more malt than the Newcastle. Very drinkable.

Other than these two beers I stuck with Newcastle all night in-between nervous breakdowns.

This morning I made a wonderful discovery. There's a bar at the Rio that carries Alaskan Amber!!!

It's bottled instead of draft but still, what a pleasant surprise.