It’s strangely neurotic to find myself here again. Awake late one night with nothing better to do except post a new journal. I guess it’s an escape to me...some kind of emotional comfort blanket or drug for the soul.

I suppose my excuse for being up late once more is my new bed that Kitty and I recently purchased. We used to sleep on a double...crammed together in a possession I found to be comfortably uncomfortable (don’t ask how that works). But now we have a queen. For those of you that don’t know, a queen-sized bed is six inches larger then a double. Basically, it’s like shifting from sleeping on a cot to sleeping on an open prairie made of soft cotton and foam.

This shift, however has thrown my norm into whack. I am a creature of habit...when I have gotten used to one thing, it is physically and emotionally difficult for me to change over to something else. A good example would be my preference in instant messengers. I started out using and enjoying Yahoo. Ages ago, however, I switched over to MSN. The change was gradual and took much coaxing from my friends. After getting used to it, however, it has been ages since I’ve last been on Yahoo...frankly, I’m not even sure I still have it on my computer.

That being said, imagine how I would react to a completely new bed. My old bed was mine long before I began dating Kitty. So my sleeping habits had carved a nice little nitch into the bed itself, a crease that cradled me much like a mother does her child. This, of course, was not very healthy for my back. But what did I care? It was comfortable! However, after Kitty began complaining of back pain after work (with a frequency not unlike a broken record) I decided it was time to search for a replacement.

Don’t get me wrong...sleeping on that sucker is like sleeping on clouds with an angel embracing me from behind. I sleep (for lack of a better analogy) like a baby! When I awake it actually FEELS like I slept. It actually gives me some semblance of rest. A feeling I have not felt on my old bed for quite some time. However, being the creature of habit I am, it takes me some deal of time to actually fall into that state of slumber. I cannot blame anyone but myself for this. Regardless, it is still my excuse for being here now.

As I write this I tend to have a thought, though. A contemplation of sorts. My thought is “who the hell actually READS this shit?” That is to say, I have a hard time grasping the idea of someone actually enjoying my rants. It seems like all I’ve done lately is complain about one thing or another and post it here to accost your eyes. Ironic, though...this paragraph itself is hypocritical in many ways.

That bit of irony aside, I have a favor to ask anyone that reads my rants. From now on, should time allow you, if you read one of my rants all the way through post a comment. I can’t begin to explain to you how much I enjoy knowing that my words have not fallen on deaf ears. Just humor old Flantics here. We all know he’s already losing his mind...hell, he’s talking in third person. That should be proof enough alone!

Remember, people...it’s always good to see the flaws in yourself. After all...how can you improve if you don’t know what there is to improve on?

Stay thirsty my friends,
-Flantics out