I'm going to kingman

This weekend I am heading up to Kingman to visit the in-laws. Some of you who know me well will assume I am not looking forward to visiting that beautiful, exciting, fun filled city. In truth I am, if only for the fact that I expect to finally get some sleep, if only on the drive up there and back.
I haven't been sleeping well lately. I don't know why so I don't know how to fix it. It is starting to take a toll on my daily life and my grades are definitely being effected. Its not insomnia, its more like I am not getting through a complete sleep cycle. Its worse on the weekends when I stay up late. I still wake up at 6:30 and get up so by the time Monday rolls around I have gotten less of the crappy sleep than I did during the week.
I am not a happy camper right now.

Today

As I sit at my desk, staring at the to-do list of stuff that needs to get done my mind starts going over a check list of things I could do instead of the productive things on my list. About 3 items into the the new list I come upon "check blogs" and after I check everyones blog I realize I forgot to add an item to my new list. "post blog".
So here I sit, posting a blog, in an attempt to procrastinate on my to-do list of productive things to do with my time when I am not doing homework.
I have nothing in particular to blog about so I started thinking about my blog, and the nature of my blog.
My blog started when I realized that on occasion I would have thoughts or observations that I felt needed to be shared with more than just my closest friends. I feel these thoughts should be available to my acquaintances and complete strangers too. Now I realize that sometimes I have thoughts I only want vague acquaintances or complete to read. What kind of thoughts? Ones that aren't fully developed and are therefore not up to the quality of thoughts I deem fit to share with my close friends. (I know, crazy right? I have even more half-assed ideas than you thought I did.) Its also hard to blog about your married life when your wife reads your blog.

I mean, if this was an anonymous blog I could interject all kinds of silly things and create a whole "artistic persona" as an author. I feel if I exercised this creative license I could create a blog that would really be fun to read. I could get readers by the thousands and weave a tale so engrossing I could actually generate some realistic add revenue from my site.
This will never happen though. I do not get to create a fictitious blog for my fictitious life and become fictitiously famous. I write about stuff that actually happens and therefore my blog reflects my life. Boring.

I break this boredom up by creating crazy ideas and strange theories, but the people I see on a daily basis have to hear about these crazy things and so by the time I am ready to put them in digital print they no longer appeal to me. The story has already been told.

I guess I'm just not made for this blogging thing.

Marital Bliss

Sad news folks.
The wife and I had a nasty spat last night, over socks of all things.
Like all nasty spats it starts out as a small disagreement over something trivial and escalates into screaming, yelling, crying, and throwing things.
Needless to say I am posting this on my laptop from my hotel's free internet access.
I would have gone to Tom's or Cody's or Don's but I just needed some alone thinking time (with free HBO).
I will probably be hitting one of you guys up (most likely TOM) to crash for another day or two until we get things straitened out.
Why am I blogging about this instead of calling you guys to tell you whats up personally? Because it is April Fools day. Suckers.

Don't feel bad, I fell for 2 slashdot articles before I remembered what day it was. Thank god for Tags.