Basically I don't think I am ever not doing anything. I mean even when I sleep apparently I am doing something. I found out a few years ago I had sleep apnea. I went at least 14 years and probably longer with getting about 30 minutes to a few hours a sleep a night. I simply was exhausted every morning and never knew why. I was apparently waking up every 10 or 15 minutes and even when not waking fully I was having "events" a few times a minute thus not allowing me to go into deep sleep. Also apparently these event were me not breathing and to wake myself I was thrashing about or tossing turning. Years went by and I wondered why I felt as if some mornings I woke feeling as if I had done a few rounds with Kimbo Slice (by the way, I linked a page of his on another site but HOW does he NOT have his own website in a world where this is taking up prime interweb real-estate?
Where was I? Oh yeah, so basically even when I am sleeping apparently I am actively doing something, in the case of my sleep apnea I was obviously trying to see if I could kill myself in my sleep most Friday and Saturday nights between 2000 and 2004. That would be the period of time I lived in Spain and tried to be the Norm Peterson of Andalusia.
I find that while driving I am either listening to a podcast and arguing along, writing notes to myself either on my phone or actually WRITING notes by hand. Of course when I am really tying to note something important and critical (like "get Rooster Sauce at the Grocery store") is the time I hit no red lights and have to try to write my note while driving with my knees... Note: Disclaimer, if any law enforcement, or potential lawyers working for someone suing me, this is a work of FICTION and in no way represents what really is going on.
Ok now that the Po-Po and Sharks are gone I can continue. Oh wait, just to be safe. Any psycho analysts, psychiatrists, psychologists, and/or Betazoids should stop reading here as well since the rest of this is just non-sense.
So back to the wall staring. In recent months I have spent a few hours (days) with time to just stare at a wall. It would be a nice refreshing experience except I find that the mind wanders and I start conjugating Spanish or Serbian verbs. Voy, Vas, Va, Vamons, Vais, Van.....from there I start thinking of jokes about Vans or thinking about the Vans Deferens from there the crazy train that my thought is riding on travels on a track that just gets just crazy from Picachu to trying to think about if Lawrence Welk had met Ozzy and if so would they have jammed together just a little? oh oh oh and if maybe Don Ho could have jumped in. What would that have sounded like???
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