What's on your mind?

[Kain Nobel]

Look over there! It's a pterodactyl! No, it's a zombie! Oh nevermind, it's (da-da-da-DAAAAAAAAAA) INSOMNIA MAN, back at it again! And he's got more bags of Trix than a silly rabbit!

Seriously though, the medication that I've been on knocked my ass out for a week, but a man's mind can only succumb to such slumber (and crappy television) before it snaps and goes back into zombie stomp mode. Feeling like a body without a head, went to the green and out-golfed my former boss and overlord on his invitation, then went to a power lunch to discuss the meanings of life and the universe. Damn well knowing he wants to purchase my soul for a measly sum, I chuckled menacingly and told him to not insult one with such low ball offers.

Back home, contemplating sleep or development. Guess sleep is out of the question as, every time it nears, sensory deprivation kicks in with the form of stupid telemarketers and dogs barking at nothing of mortal interest. Dumb canines, congregating in a circle, woofing at thin air, it's down right ridiculous! Need to give DMX a call, see if he's interested in a dog sitting gig.