The time change has gotten my sleeping habits all screwed up. I went to bed at 7 and woke again at midnight unable to sleep. What do I do when I can't sleep? I walk. I am becoming the walkin' man these days. I walk in my house. I walk outside. I would walk to the moon if I could. Maybe that trek around the South on foot that I have been planning is coming to fruition. My legs are getting in fine shape.
My mother gave me some more money last night.
"DO NOT tell your father," she said.
"Oh, I won't," I replied, carefully guarding this family secret.
"I just can't bare to see you without a dollar for A.A."
I used part of the money tonight down at the convenience store to buy a bear claw and a cup of decaf. My favorite clerk was very animated in the tales he reveled me in of the previous night's work.
"Crazy son of a bitch," he told me. "I had this guy come in who couldn't stand up. He was trying to buy candy for his kids in the car. I called the police. They pulled him over as he was pulling out of the parking lot. I couldn't stand seeing those kids hurt due to drinking and driving."
I realized my friend has become desensitized to alcoholic antics. He sees them so often thus his little faux pas with trying to buy me beer. I seem so normal most of the time that he didn't believe I was an alcoholic. Thought I was just playing a game as it is become fashionable between celebrities to banter the alcoholic label. Take Glenn Beck for example.
Left the convenience store and walked on down to the train tracks drinking my coffee. It was damn cold tonight. Almost to the point of being uncomfortable. I don't see how they handle it in the far north. We will most likely see another winter without snow and I am already complaining. Took a seat on the bench by the railroad museum and finished my coffee. It was delicious -- my favorite clerk having made a fresh pot just for me. Milky and sweet, it hit the spot on this cold night.
I then stood and watched a train pass. It was a big CSX mixed freight with freight cars heading all over the country. The first stop? Atlanta on the way. There the cars would be separated and put in other trains for other destinations. I longed to hop aboard and head out for destinations unknown -- my wanderlust peaking to a climax as I stood there. It was traveling just slow enough to take a run and to jump onto a hopper car to be shielded from the cold wind.
The train had passed so I walked on home to turn on the heat and revel in its warmth. I have gotten to be such a pussy about the cold. It is now 2:30 AM and I have a long night ahead of me of listening to the radio and trying to find anything of interest on the web. Do any of you get in ruts about the web? I don't find anything interesting, but blogs these days. I would rather read about real lives than some regurgitated propaganda on CNN.com. Such is life...