Before i Sleep

A cool 35 degrees F as I drive home from Perry after working all night.
A feat which I have no completed since the beginning of the current school semester. As a matter of fact, I haven't worked at this month until Thanksgiving, in which I worked for a measly 4 hours, which converted to 6 hours thanks to paid time and a half. Feeling extremely content with 6 hours of holiday work, I prepared to call an end to working until the end of this semester. I rationalized such thoughts by saying these actions would allow me focus entirely and solely upon achieving the highest academic marks possibly. So fulfilling these prophecies, I find myself, on Thanksgiving night, busily playing Splinter Cell on the Wii. Yes, I know Splinter Cell, my options are limited due to generosity of my brother. And by generosity I mean, due to the decision of my brother to donate his xbox, keep in mind the very same xbox which all my Morrowind files are saved upon, to his girlfriend in Valdosta. Reverting back to my original thesis, I find my melancholy self settling to play the Wii when all of the sudden I receive a phone call. Short story; it's a co-worker pleading for me to work a night shift for him. Greed hastily takes of my cerebral thought processes and I agree. The next night, I'm working an overnight shift. And I must say, I do miss working nights. I was able to work with two nurses with whom I have never conversed with or stopped to consider giving the time of day. 12 hours later, and we're best friends.So I shall be abandoning my desires to purely study because, well, I would never actually do such things. And the fact that extra money never hurts.
So after a great night at work I find myself sitting in my car as the ice is defrosted off my windshield. As I sit and watch such enticing events, I find my thoughts vacationing in the fantasy world emitting from my stereo. That is the world of Glee because I seriously play that CD every time I go for a drive. No, not because I long to experiment with the sexual lust and desires which emit from same sex relations, rather, I find myself constantly listening to my Glee CD because my unreliably, pathetic, and frankly shitty Ipod refuse to submit to awesome divine authority which is Microsoft and work. The Glee CD is the only CD I have, meaning I am too lazy to look for another, older CD to replace it. Let me reiterate, no homo whatsoever.
Finally the ice has vanquished and I can proceed home. Cautiously I might add, because due to a fateful reverse motion down the ever so pitch-black drive way belonging to a dear pretentious friend of mine, I have no tail light on the driver's side. However, all my caution was for not, because on my entire pilgrimage home I only was able to spot 5 other vehicles in transit. Such a disappointing fact was short lived as I made my way onto Carl Vinson Parkway and discovered all the road work had been completed. Yes I should of noticed these remarkable changes on my way to work, but for the fact that I take a different route to my place of employment and travel a completely different and unique path homeward. It was sensory bliss as I caravaned (lol, caravan-ed) throughout the finely polished environment. Road reflectors have finally been installed; the finishing touches of paint have been van Goghed; blemish-free sighs firmly posted within the ground. All these aspect brought great joy and comfort to my sensory cortex, resulting in an overwhelmingly pleasant relaxation pulsating throughout my body.
Arriving home I was glad to ingest my Melatonin pill and make me a quick cup of Thermaflu; expecting sleep to conquer my fatigued being. With such satisfying events I knew I must blog them. It seemed appropriate being near Thanksgiving. Indeed I am thankful for life at the moment, something I have not had the great fortune of often saying during my life. Simple as it may sound, pure happiness has eluded my battered soul for the majority of my exsistance. The future, unknown as it may, appears bright and warm. A fate which I now am aware is there for the grasping. Ataxia shall not become my destiny; I fully intended on using both hands to apprehend joy which all man crave, a joy which I now know I can generate.
Gator game at 330, I shall be awakening then to enjoy Tebow's last game at the swamp. I do hope to attend UF one day. Much like my father did. He's a pretty cool guy. Tebow that is, because my dad is great! I truly have been blessed with the perfect parents for me. Adieu til next time.