Dead tired...yet still up at 2am

Do you see what I mean? I haven't had a good night's sleep in days...yet I haven't napped, and haven't gone to bed at 10:30pm. Sure, I was practically comatose several times throughout today...but every time, I thrust myself into some non-staring-at-the-internet project and revived myself. That said, I AM going to bed within the hour. I stayed awake later last night because I stumbled across the perversity known as KINSEY and wanted to partake in as much frank sexual dialogue and blatant nudity as possible. I don't see many movies, but I'd been curious about this one. It was a GLORIOUS day today...deep blue skies and pushing 60 degrees. Enjoyed mom's stuffed cabbage for dinner...mmm. Learned a good friend wants a tattoo...and damn well plans on getting one...wanted me to get one at the same time. Not YET...but, yes, I sorta kinda long for one, too. I WILL accompany said friend on the trip to the seedy Seaside shore to get that tattoo, though. I'm struck by how basically pointless this entry is, lol. My entries are either focused rants or rambling This Is What I Did Today bullshit. And yet, THIS entry isn't even saying what I did today. I'm amused by that, too...how much I DON'T say. The simple choice to tell...or not tell. How MUCH should one tell? It was a good, yet tiring and long day. But I'm not saying on this blog what the fuck I did. So THERE! It WASN'T anything remotely interesting...or even productive, actually. Let's say it was quietly rewarding. Perhaps the thing that most stuck out about today was David Letterman's nervous-yet-perfect words about Paul Dana, the 30-year-old race car driver from Letterman's team who died yesterday in a horrific crash. I'm like a broken record in terms of citing things that make me appreciate every day of life. I realize this, but don't know that it's a lesson that can be hammered home enough. Letterman is just SO good at speaking from the heart...tonight was no different. Fidgeting throughout his words, clearly uncomfortable and upset, he ended by saying (paraphrasing) that just because we make it through another day, that doesn't mean tomorrow is promised. The way he said it was better. Brutal point taken. I often never have any idea what the hell i'm gonna write about here until the last minute. Yet I often seem to come up with something resembling a point. Like every genius paper I wrote up until 5 minutes before class. Yes, i'm sinking into HAHA self-congratulatory mode now. God, i'm getting tired. Anyway, let's wrap this eloquent mess of an entry up. Life's short. Get that tattoo.