Not sleeping truly becomes a problem for me.  I think I'm manic.  I  have decided to cease the pursuit of writing. 

I cried on the airplane when I was flying somewhere over the atlantic.  Actually, I cried twice.  Once during a movie and once when I was blinded by the sun.  Maybe it was all the cheap red wine I had or maybe I'm just a big baby.  I think the answer lies somewhere in between.  It usually does.

 The  movie?  Well....it was Stranger than Fiction.  To be honest, I don't really remember which part I cried at.  Maybe there were two parts.  Either way, I really enjoyed the flick.  It was creative beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I wonder why god taunts me with such beautiful girls in the airport.  Does she think it's funny because I don't really get it.  This time it was a nice young slim red head with a back full of tattoos and red toe nails.  She was on her way to India and then from there she was going to Tucomcari (or something like that) to teach at a school.  She was doing this all on her own with the desire to do some positive work in the world.  Rarr....

Anyway, let me know what you think of this, "Our virtues are often just our vices in disguise."

Extra points if you can tell me who said it.

the store is our jungle.

I walked in calm and collective as I normally would have.  My strut crossed the paths of a thin framed clerk all the while I had my eyes set and knew what I wanted.  I trekked straight to the saltines and locked in on my targets.  I pounced on the crackers as a silent cat preys upon unaware victims.  Yes, there was gnashing of teeth and the screams of tiny salted and unsalted crackers breaking between my foracious fangs.  I ripped open their protective covering with my bare hands and ripped with my teeth what wouldn't initially budge.

"Hey, YOU!," shouted a pathetic store clerk who was sweeping the isles. 

"They're mine!" I screamed. 

"What the FUCK are you doing?"

"What?  What do you want?  Money? Here! TAKE IT!" I shouted as I threw twenty dollar bills at him.  "More? Take these fucking credit cards! These crackers are mine!"

I ripped off my clothes, ran up the clerk, and pushed him down.  I picked up his broom and broke it in half over my knee and screamed so voraciously that it would have silenced even the strongest and fearsome beasts to ever walk the earth.  I flung the makeshift spear straight to the crackers.  I had a hunger that only saltines could satisfy.  BAM! Direct contact...

Crumbs and broken crackers all over the isle.  I lay sprawled out amidst my kill...naked.  The clerk....he joined in the bounty.  Who could resist?

Is it time to leave yet?  I'm losing my mind.