Barbed Wire Chicken McNuggets

Yet another entry in the Early Morning Ramblings of Some Dude With Long Hair. Actually I should think of a real title for these impromptu posts when I can't sleep. Like Blogging to Sleep or The Lethargic Monologues (Though the latter may remind too many of The Vagina Monologues.... Although if I had a vagina, I would talk about it all day long). I seem to be more creative in this situation, if not a bit slow, so I guess I could stop bitching about it so much.

So Hearshot has made it up. He's been here a week and it's been a blast. We managed to weasel our way into the World of Warcraft Stress Test, so many hours have been sunk into it. It's really great to have em up. This is only the second time we've been in the same state in our 5 or so years of being good friends. It's interesting to see him react to how Oregon is, with our crazy winding roads, our really high food prices, and our barbed wire. In Texas I guess they call razor wire barbed wire, and barbed wire chicken wire, and chicken wire is a net. Dummy Texans, if it has barbs, it's barbed wire, if it's big sharp razor blade wire, then it's razor wire. I guess real barbed wire isn't good enough for you, Mr. I'm Texan And Don't acknowledge Your Puny Oregano Ways.

Ranting about barbed wire is awesome.

Everything's been kind of put on a hold, as far as me getting my stuff done, understandably. I have very special company over. Yet I still find me beating myself up over not doing stuff. I have to tell myself to relax and just have fun, I can continue on later. I'm just overly paranoid about falling back into being a recluse and doing nothing.

Also, go listen to The Format. They are awesome.

That's all for now.