A Few Random Acts of Insomnia

I can't sleep. My eyes water and hurt and I still can't manage to get more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep at night. I thought I would be a better writer because of this damned affliction. I'm not. As a matter of fact, I'm probably a hell of a lot worse, mostly because I'm not writing anything right now.

I'm reading.

I'm running through this great book that is challenging my beliefs and theology in a new and exciting sort of way. It's called Velvet Elvis by a guy from Michigan named Rob Bell. Seriously, you need to pick it up. Seriously.

On another topic, totally unrelated, I miss the writings of Pete. Piete. Whatever. Anyway, we were emailing one another some things we were working on. He was getting Derailed Arts up and running and I, well, I could always use someone to peruse my writing. Things sort of fell apart, though, and I haven't heard from him in a bit. It's sort of depressing, especially as DA still isn't working. Oh, and he hasn't blogged anything new in almost a year.

But I swear I'm not bitter.

We got a new guy at work today. His name is Taylor. I don't know what to think about him, except that he is sort of a pretty boy, real quiet thus far, and I don't like his name. Hopefully, he won't be a doofus, he'll open up, and things will be cool.

Finally, Brian is quitting. Er . . . he is being forced to quit. That really sucks.

You should read Velvet Elvis.