My Brain Is Melting

I am writing this blog at 4 A.M while I organize all the files on my laptop and hard drive so that I can re-format my virus infested laptop and while I watch Dick, Jon, Red and Mitch play Champions of Norath. I'm not going to front, I am very hungry at the moment and I could go for that left over squid that is sitting at home. That probably sounds nasty to most, but the shit is good as hell. Lets see, what did I do today? The day started off earlier then usual since Jon, Dick and I had to go into work. We got to Franklin Press when we realized that all the doors were locked so Jon called his Dad and he told Jon that Jon forgot the keys at home, so we went back home to pick up the keys and then went back to work. It all was not worth the trouble since we only worked for like a hour and half the time we were trying to stretch the project out. After work Jon and I played multiple games of Strikers. I pretty much dominated him, I'm not going to lie. After we went out and hit up Best Buy so Jon could return some stuff and we made a Taco Bell trip.

Nice, I was writing this blog last night but then in the middle of it I was all like, "Well fuck it, I don't really feel like writing a blog," so I quit but Blogger saved the draft so I might as well post it after I add on to it. Again, I am still hungry because I haven't eaten for a while but you know, thats okay, I need to lose 10 pounds before September gets here. Again, I don't feel like writing to much so I will write something short and then get back to watching the boys get their ass whooped in Champions of Norath. For some odd reason while I laid on Jon's couch when I woke up, I thought to myself about, well, myself. And I guess human beings. I don't know what made me think of this, but what is life really about? The other day my little brother asked my Dad what the meaning of life was because I claimed earlier that between me and my Dad, we know everything. So while we left a store, he tried to prove me wrong and asked me, "What is the meaning of life?" and I told him thats something Dad knows and my Dad replied, "The meaning of life is to work." We all laughed, but when you think about it, its kind of true. Why did we as human beings set up this system of life? With that in mind, I asked myself this morning, "What do I really have in life?" And really, we have nothing except for our mind and our ability of thought. Our reasoning is the only thing we can base anything off of, wrong or right. But really, who can say ones reasoning is right or wrong when it comes to life and its crazy questions. I know I go after what I believe, and I trust my intuition and my reasoning because without it I would be completely lost. My reasoning only has been tested for 20 years, my reasoning can't be as good as someone who has lived for 60 years, but I think my 20 years of testing has strengthened above some of my peers. Anywho, I'm just typing without any thought, its just what I was debating with myself this morning when I woke up. I think about weird stuff when I have down time.