Revisionist Historian Extraordinaire!

Insomnia, my constant companion. I used to make sacrifices of film and television in your honor so that you might leave me long enough to get 6 hours of rest. Now we sit and talk philosophy and nonsense with one another until my brain finally starts to tune you out in the form of narcoleptic shock.

There's been a shift in programming around here, so subtle that, when I noticed it, I wasn't certain if it was a mirage or if it was real. Perhaps new management is taking up shop. It wouldn't be the first time that operations in my brain have switched gears without prior notice.

Every Story Has A Lesson, v1.5 is complete. It originally started out as a seperate work, but I decided to steal a few tracks from the original mix and decided that I might as well just update that playlist.
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Now it's time to wrap myself around a pillow and hope that I don't wake up to hallucinations.

It'll take some getting used to not having someone to keep me company in the mornings. Work is harder to concentrate on when you don't have something to occupy your mind. That leads into a rambling post that I'm still not sure I'm ready to make.

I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have tossed The Decemberists up there in my Top Ten and dropped something 90's alt rockish. Damn my fickle music moods!

Why do people at the office insist on questioning my knowledge of basic internet concepts such as the formatting of an email address? Even after pointing out that I've been using the internet since the early 90's, they act as though I'm just a dumb kid who doesn't really know what he's talking about. God forbid I might actually be smarter than some random shmuck out there who claims their email address is a URL and has no @ in it. People are dumb.