Sometimes in the middle of the night I have sudden bursts of manic energy for no apparent reason. Instead of using this energy for something important, or productive, I use it for complete waste of time flights of fancy. Here's a few examples:

Sometimes I just get walking around the house with my headphones on. Which inevitably leads to dancing. Which looks something like this:

Other times I find myself contemplating the writings of Trey Parker and Matt Stone. It's pretty deep stuff. Honestly, Baseketball isn't only quite watchable and fun, it must contain the truths of the universe.

Then there are the times where I consider new hair and beard styles. Such as the full head beard pictured here.

 There's always time for things like the meeting of literary genius that is Two Gentlemen of Lebowski. That's some sweet Elizabethan Coenry.

There is also the joy of making faces at yourself in the mirror. I've tried many a face and yet they all seem to end up looking like this for some reason. And that's not even me! I don't know why I keep seeing that guy in the mirror. Maybe my mirror is posessed or something. Or the lack of sleep is driving me insane. Posession seems the more reasonable explanation.

I debate philosophy. Almost entirely with myself seeing as how no one else is awake. The endless circles of arguing with myself constantly lead me back to this man being the voice of reason. Which means we should all be afraid. Very afraid.

Sometimes I decide that I'll start another blog. And then never make a post on it. Even if it does have a pretty cussin' awesome name.

I rediscover the whimsical nature of my brainpan. Also cause for being afraid that.