Thoughts from the Ass End of the Night, November Edition

Haven't had an insomnia post in a while.

No real reason I'm awake. I woke up from a weird dream, but don't have any memory of the dream so much....just my mind thinking "Boy, that was weird" as the dream skittered away on spider legs into the night and I came fully awake.

Then I got up to use the bathroom, and here I am an hour later.

Just a few thoughts (asking you please to excuse any spelling errors or inane and just plain wrong ideas):

Until this evening, I had never seen Joe Dirt. It's making the rounds on Comedy Central now. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. But it wasn't as good as all the people who've been telling me how great and underrated a comedy it is. But still, it made me smile. Nice Bob Zany appearance, too.

I saw two different cars today in my travels with Alaska license plates. What are the odds, do you think? Probably a longer shot here than if I lived in, say, Washington. Or Alaska. And do you think they see more Tennessee license plates in Alaska than I see Alaska plates here in Tennessee?

There was a girl who worked at the main office in Nashville who had Hawaii tags on her car. She was from Maui, if I remember correctly--and it being 4 in the morning, I might not be remembering correctly. But seeing a Hawaiian license plate anytime I was up there made me wish I was playing the license plate bingo game with somebody.

Little known rule? If you spot a Hawaiian license tag while playing License Plate Bingo? Everybody else playing has to be your slave for 2 months. It's even legal to hit them. (In Hawaii, the converse is true....if you see a license plate from any other state...then the other players owe you a life debt)

I don't eat midnight snacks. But for some reason, a chili dog sounds really good right about now. Unfortunately, there are no hot dogs, buns, or chili in the apartment. I could go to Wal-Mart and buy these things. And believe you me, don't think I haven't thought about it. Right now, to my sleep-deprived mind, the idea of sprinting into and around the Wal-Mart in an utter panic and buying the makings of chili dogs is an absolute riot!

I actually sat here in my chair in front of my computer and giggled about it for at least a minute. And I can't remember ever describing something as "an absolute riot" ever in my life. Though I probably have.

I think I've done something to my left elbow. I don't know if I'm sleeping on it awkwardly or if I've hurt it carrying something or what. But it's been sore for a good week now. I'm ready for it to knock it the hell off and get better already. It hurts on the back part, kind of where you'll hit your funny bone. And it also hurts a little where the bicep connects to the bone near the elbow.

Yeah I know. Call me a ding dang old Wah-mbulance.

It's 4:11. The downstairs neighbors just got home, and it sounds like they've locked themselves out of their apartment.

Somebody already inside opened up and let them in. Good for them.

Well. I've just yawned like four times. I think it's time I try "the bed" again, and see what happens.

Good night (or good morning, to you folks in Nova Scotia).