Saturday a.m. rambling

This computer chair sounds like two baritone mallards dry-humping in a rocking chair. After 2 hours of sleep and a nightmare about Maria Shriver being killed by terrorists I need a coffee more than I need oxygen. The strangest thing was, when I turned on the t.v. this morning there she was promoting something or other. I didn't even have to change the channel. I love it when I do that. But the show/commercial/whatever was boring so I turned it off. What happened to the good Saturday morning cartoons? Am I old? Do kids even do airbands anymore?

And what the hell is John Edward up to? Does he really have entourages of ghosts who happen to travel with the ghosts of the people who are sitting next to their people? Perhaps he has a bug in his ear with someone reading info off a piece of paper and that's why he always tells people to shhh when he's concentrating (with his finger in his ear I might add). But some of the people looked so shocked and/or bewildered I wonder if maybe he hasn't caught them off guard. I mean why would anyone write down the fact that he and his dad secretly chowed down on squirrel...ever? Maybe he has a gift that allows him to read peoples' energies and access things from their psyche. I mean some of these people want to be "read" so bad it pains me to think how they've survived this long without medical supervision. Perhaps, if you were able to see psychic energy, these people would look like Pigpen from the Peanuts gang.

mmmm.. ..coffee goodness

Why am I only able to sleep when there's no possibility of me getting any rest? Last night, the few precious hours of silence I had, I wasted wondering if a person can make their own address labels. Aargh!

My hair hasn't been good since I moved here.