Time? 

Time?

Time no longer has any meaning for me. I am currently sitting up at 8:30 AM typing a post for my blog while half-watching an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force being played on the big screen. I don't even get the show, it just happens to be on and its 8:30 AM. I got here at about 4 yesterday, and i've been up since then. I officially have the worst sleeping habits ever after 3 full days of this. I got a ride to Papa Johns from a friend of Andrew's that he met here, me and Bob split a mushroom and black olive pizza, which is the shizzledizzlehizzlewizzlemizzle. I'm really tired but I don't want to go to sleep, I'll just sleep at a normal time tonight, early maybe, like 8 or 7. Then I can sleep in the car on the way back. I just realized that I had my headphones on and I wasn't listening to anything, so I took them off. I've enjoyed talking to everyone online when I was here, hell, my sister even IM'd me from California. I got my post modded up to 3 on Slashdot about MML2. I'm looking forward to NHL Free Agency on Tuesday, I just hope Brian Leetch doesn't sign somewhere else, he should be a Ranger forever. I hope the Rangers can pick up Hatcher and maybe Federov, and I really hope the fucking league doesn't stop next fall. It's cold in here. I need some time to watch the massive amount of shit I downloaded, privately, for reasons that should be obvious to all of you. I got both seasons of Dark Angel because it was a cool show and Fox is a bunch of fucking asshats. Ok, I'm not sure if I'm just seeing things, but on the projector, currently, there is a cup talking on the phone while he's in a fishtank with a slice of pizza swimming around in the background. I keep looking back and that appears to, in fact, be what is happening. I think I'm going to check out the FTPs that are still up, and I'd like to make a note of the fact that this post is probably more random and rambling than usual.