Call me Garfield

This past weekend was a bit of a blur of glazed over sleepy eyes, yawns, and post-drama frenzy.

Today, I had a huge case of the Monday-blues. Blankets, pillows, and the "Snooze" button sounded too good to be true.
However, on a positive side, I was cast as an extra on a Television show called "NUMB3RS." Look for me on a Television set near you!
I also had my second day of Checking at work, and the Promotion feels great. But, at my place of Employment, the good news always comes with the bad news- and they've forced me to work in the Butcher Block...AGAIN. No matter how much I tell them that it goes against all that I stand for (and that it is so wicked disgusting), it seems like they disregard me every time. Maybe it's time to call the Union.

Lately, I've been kind of obsessed with the Paranormal. Call me crazy, but the Science Fiction Channel has been my best friend for the past week. I'd like to say it's a guilty pleasure, but the thought of the possibility of spirits wandering amidst us has me compelled to an extraordinary level. I wonder if I should look into Paranormal Studies...

Also, I've been obsessed with Astrology and Horoscopes. I think the stars are working for me, because for the past 2 weeks, my Horoscopes have been dead on true. I think that it may just be my curious mind, but the Universe and the Supernatural have me asphyxiated.

Anyway, today's post is just rambling, because I didn't feel like sharing my super personal thoughts today. I'm too afraid that they'll read it and call my Mom, worrying that I've gone all sorts of crazy and that I'm rebelling against all that is Holy.
Call it a late revelation, but why should I have to submit to self-censorship all the time? I suppose I am my biggest enemy after all.