Sites, sounds and smells of a grease junkie

I'm moving...again. Soon. I am excited to be back in a familiar area and a place I enjoyed living. Excited that for the first time in...five years? I'll be staying in the same place two out of three years. With that said, I will be happy when this move is over and done. As the signs in Buffalo say..."Welcome home" Thanks.

Maybe I am a softy. Maybe I am a sap. Maybe I am an idealist. Maybe those who are in power want to keep the power so they pit us against one another. Maybe we are all not so different after all. Because out of many, there comes the one.

"You buy furniture, you tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. buy the sofa, then for a couple of years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled, then the right set of dishes, then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things that you used to own, now they own you." -Fight Club I am curious...what do you think of when you read this?

It is nearly 2 a.m. I've been up for over two hours. I cannot sleep. Why? I haven't a clue as to why. Maybe it was the cold-press coffee I had earlier with Jon. Maybe its some thoughts in my mind. I know my body is tired. Hell, my mind is tired. Instead of sleep...I'm awake. Maybe I'll try reading again. Though " Fight Club " doesn't exactly make me sleepy. Stupid restless mind. Restless body. Don't they know it's nearly 2 a.m. The wee small hours of the morning, as the song goes . There we go. Frankie Blue Eyes...hits the spot. I need something like that, mellow. To calm this beast. Make the savage mellow out. Let's hope this works...