Moratorium: Dog Days Aren't Over, yet

Insomnia....
What to do if you find that you have a terrible case of this: I found that I felt a lot better after walking around the dark creepy house holding my head in my hands and howling at the moon.

After about an hour of comforting these precious dogs because of neighbors setting off fireworks far off in the distance THE DAY AFTER JULY 4th, I decided that if I could suck it up, they could too, right? I mean, they're only little doggies; I'm only a stranger in their house, and I'm not going anywhere for the next couple of days.... Days, people....

But I'm employed, so I will gladly accept this house arrest. Going to bed at 1am was the earliest I've gone to bed, but once I got there, nothing. There I was, stretched out looking at the ceiling fan spin in seemingly lulling circles. It wasn't until I reluctantly glanced at the clock in a daze that I exclaimed "are you kidding me!" I decided to pull out one of the books from the bookshelf that I put in my car. Thought I'd try to find this wifi, just to let the world know that I am alive. I might be going crazy talking to the dogs and watching the sun trade places with the moon, but at least, well, I might be going crazy.

This blog post is really just a glorified Facebook status. Most of these posts are; Facebook only lets you use a certain amount of characters, and I happen to be extremely verbose with my woes, pet peeves, reality checks, and human nature criticisms.

 Necessity is the mother of invention. Insomnia and boredom will spawn my inner prodigy. I will go memorize more pi - useless inventions of Alzheimer prevention . Perhaps it's my necessity that needs to change so that the invention is actually productive and useful.

Let's just say that memorizing the alphabet backwards takes two minutes, tops. What a great lonely cereal eating activity at five in the morning. I only wish that the alphabet was longer. But there are more languages...

 Don't worry, I brought plenty to do, I'm just whining / getting settled in / coping with the fact that almost every American household lives with animals. Talk about refined barbarism.