One For The Bartap

I'm a guy who loves to sleep. I look forward to sleeping. I get upset when I can no longer sleep. Sleeping is peaceful for me. No one can piss me off when I'm in my sleep. Lately, sleeping is looking like more of a luxury than a nessicity. That's thanks in part to syllabi from certain professors that make no sense to me. Do I have less than 24 hours to read an essay, write a paper and write up discussion questions Prof. Burt? That course list isn't helping.

I will look at the silver lining. I'm busy. Since I've been busy I've had no time for my fits of depression. I'm also thankful for the little annoying things that drive me up the wall. Like how the other day it took me nearly 25 minutes to find meatballs at the grocery store and no one could help me. I felt my IQ dropping each minute I spent staring at the frozen food. Dealing with that has been nicer than dealing with other things. For instance, receiving my 2nd traffic ticket in 2 months. Also, the incredible cost of college tuition and how I can't motivate myself to do enough with my life.

I think about what James McAvoy said to me at the end of Wanted. Yes, I say me because he looked directly at the camera and made his address to no one else. He said "what the fuck have you done lately?" I truly wonder that sometimes. I tell myself I'm 20 and still got lots to stretch out and do things but last year I was saying the same thing, only claiming that I was 19. Will I be saying the same thing when I'm 29? My film professor had has PhD at 29. Will I watch it all fall in place or watch it all fall down?

Instead of doing that I think I'll just go get lost in the gorcery aisle again.