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So last night I came home from an errand. I now park in a parking garage, and my space is very tight. I managed to bump my neighbor's car. I was not pleased because I have nothing on my insurance record in like six years. Now my bumper corner is in need of repair ... well, I had a pretty good day yesterday and I shook my head. I decided my cup is half full ... maybe the guy who fixes my car will change my life! You never know. I had a brief chuckle that maybe he's my Prince Charming or something (for the record, highly unlikely), but that made me laugh and cheered me up (I hope I already met my prince ;). Well, so then I had insomnia really bad last night, which I was hoping I had licked. Guess not. I didn't fall asleep until 2:00 a.m. I ended up eating Ruffles and re-watching the season premier of True Blood and looking for the clues indicated by the reviewer Unreconstructed Fangirl provided in her show analysis. Um, didn't find all of them ... did Pam really tilt he...

I have had insomnia off and on for about five years now. I am fortunate in that when I find myself wide awake at 1:00 a.m. at least I can take solace in the fact I can sleep in and catch up. Of course, this becomes a vicious cycle, and I should probably get back on track and NOT sleep in. For all you insomniacs you know all of the distractions, right? Let's just make fun of them shall we. First, don't get sucked into your Apple TV where you can use You Tube to watch all sorts of inane and inconsequential mind candy. Yes, my brain gets to lick a lollypop as I watch endless interviews with actors and actresses I admire. Does any of that matter? Nope, and this is how I discovered that You Tube is knee-deep in the meaningless mind litter of America. It has also taken celebrity worship to all new pinnacles of mindlessness. I guess "fans" now produce loads of mind-numbing videos and photo montages of their favorite celebrity-fetish. I say "fetish" because it...