It's late. So I'm writing my train of thought

It's currently 2:03 AM as I write this. It's late, or maybe it's early. I dunno. I don't care about the technicalities of it all. The point is I can't sleep. My bed was so uncomfortable that I had to relocate to the couch in my front room, finally I've been able to unclench my jaw. I have a bad habit of grinding my teeth and keeping my jaw clenched 98% of the time. I don't know when it started, I think it was after my last break up but I don't know. Does it matter? Maybe. Maybe not. 

Who cares. 

Today I was talking to a friend on Facebook about nothing in particular. One thing led to another and she set me up with a friend of hers. At first it was weird, but after a while we got comfortable chatting and things started going well, but she fell asleep I guess. I dunno, she just stopped returning my messages. I hope she didn't find me annoying or something. I kinda liked talking to her, it was nice and I enjoyed it a lot actually. Oh well. In a few hours I suppose she will wake up and see my messages from earlier that she missed. 

Why am I telling you this?

The ceiling fan in my TV room needs to be oiled. It squeaks terribly, rocking back and forth. But I guess I like it. It's kind of rhythmic and an easy sound to focus on. That and the fish tank which is a soft hum in the background. Other than that, it's quiet here. I like quiet. Sometimes when things get loud and hectic in my house I have to go lock myself in my room because if not I feel like my head is going to explode and want to pull my eyes out. Well not really. I don't think I could pull them out. I mean I'm physically capable of it I'm sure, my forearms are fairly muscular, not my biceps though. Guess I need to lift more. 

It's now 2:12. I thought writing this would help lull me to sleep. It's not working yet. I ate a sandwich before I started writing. It was peanut butter and grape jelly, I can still taste the peanut butter. Like literally I think some is stuck to my teeth. Nope. I just Checked. It's all clean. For whatever reason I've had the Woody's Roundup theme stuck on repeat in my head for over an hour.......

.....Woody's roundup.... Come on it's time to play...... There's Jesse the yodlin cowgirl *yodels* bullseye, he's Woody's horse "he's so smart" meet the old prospector. (I know there's something here. Nelson pull this up in class and lets listen to it.) oh hey my dogs awake. She's staring at me. Hi doggy....

....now it's time for Sheriff Woody, he's the very best, he's the rootin-est tootin-est cowboy in the wild-wild-west. 

Woodyyyyys Rooounduuuuuuuup. 

In retrospect my conversation with that girl could have gone a lot worse. She's pretty cute. I'd be happy to see where it goes. Hopefully somewhere. But not Nebraska. Or New Jersey. Ugh New Jersey.... I dated someone from there. It's best I don't talk about that now. Because that's a long post. Not bad, just long. I think she reads my blog haha. Weird right? I also got web traffic from England. But that's because I was talking to someone from England and we were talking about writing and yeah. My dogs back!!! She's confused and now I'm scratching her head and writing with one hand. Go me. 

2:23

I guess I'll finish up now. I've been writing for 20 minutes straight. How fun is that? I'm basically the best writer ever. Maybe. I dunno. I'm behind on my blog posts. So this'll count for one. YA HEAR ME NELSON?? ONE DOWN THREE TO GO!!! 

Thank you for your time. 

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