Spamlet

Here are some of the sender names that I received in my work e-mail this morning. They are awesome:
Indochinese C. Addresses
Nonetheless R. Doled
Son Silva
Squanto P. Weirding
Dandle E. Headlocks
Consolation H. Birthplace
Meningitis A. Confine
Months F. Moisture
Carniverous T. Brakemen
Table D. Jigsaw
Resolutions J. Quasimodo
Fiendishly M. Crude

Really like Squanto P. Weirding. Not enough to purchase some Viagra in deseerct packages, but I still think that the name rocks.

Another weekend down. 5 weeks of sobriety this Thursday and a new apartment in two weeks. Things are looking up.

Sunday night the ex called because she had "a powerful urge to talk" to me. It was very enjoyable talking about her long distance relationship and that junk. Got lost three times while I was driving during the conversation. It wasn't that bad, I guess. Had trouble sleeping because of it, but that was expected. I'm kind of over sleep at this point. Looking into this, though. Yeah, I am going to try and learn how to sleep.

Everything else is as good as it could possibly be...I guess. Super lonely and don't want to be, but it is all about wants vs. needs at this point.
Want to drink - Need to be sober to deal with the situation.
Want to hook up with chicks - Need to be alone so that I can recover from the situation.

I mean, think about it. Do you think Superman wanted to protect people when he first realized he had superpowers? He probably wanted to rob banks or use his x-ray vision to peep chicks, but he needed to do the right thing or he would probably have trouble sleeping at night, too. I wonder if Superman even needs sleep. That would be an awesome superpower to have to not need sleep, but I suppose if you weren't fighting crime it would get pretty boring. Maybe that's why fictional people fight crime at night. Maybe that's what I can start doing when I can't sleep. I'll have to think about that one. Would need a costume, probably. I think my costume would be a pair of tighty whiteys, dark socks and sandals. I could be called the Englishman and fight crime with my superpower of proper etiquette.

Lastly, got a family picture at the picture place in the mall. Super cheesy. It seemed like every picture had someone on their knees or sitting on a fucking chair. Anyway.