Insomnia Sucks (and not in the pleasurable way)

Getting into the 3 am range. Seems the sandman is busy.

Wednesday I play hockey in the company league. The reason this is relevant is that it doesn't start until 1045pm. We play right up to midnight and occasionally past. Afterwards I have the 10 minutes switching from gear to clothes, then waiting for people I'm giving rides to to do the same, add the time to get them home and then myself, there's a requisite shower in there and finally laying down. Done right, I'm in bed by one, but then I have to contend with my mind, who's thinking, "Let's fucking do something."

So here I am.. doing something. I've jumped through the seven sites I like to check and skimmed some new porn. Now I'm just waiting for sleep to hit me with a sac of quarters.

Seems like I may be up for a while longer, so I'll share a dream. I'm going to start early. This is a reoccurring from back in the seven'ish ages.

I grew up just on the outskirts of a mid-sized town. It was a nice place with a second floor and a deck in the back. The deck was built into a side of a hill. In these dreams I was always there, either on the second floor in my bedroom or running and hiding in the deck area. What I was running from and hiding from was something akin to a dinosaur. Its body was like a T-Rex. Where it differed was inside it's mouth. I'd be in my bedroom playing with toys when it's head would crash through the wall. When it failed to grab me by surprise, it would open its maw. Inside its mouth were pockets, orifices. The creature didn't swallow it's victims but rather dragged them into these pockets with tentacles and then left the head sticking out the top. The creature then puppeted them to say whatever it liked. Inside this thing's mouth were already the heads of several of my friends, asking me to walk in. Luckily I always ran. When I got outside, around the deck, I'd see my family, aunts and uncles all sitting around talking and drinking, like there was a family gathering. They seemed utterly oblivious to the beast hunting me down. The dreams repeatedly came, and the only variation was how I ran, how I hid and who's heads were in its mouth trying to persuade me in. It never caught me.

First Time Going In

What can I start with that millions of bloggers haven't started with?
Testacular Douchery, my fine fellow.

Let's see. I'm up in underwhelming Edmonton Alberta on another 13 Celsius bellow day. Edmonton... A city people move to to work and move away from because it blows. I've been here for about a year and a few months now, and I have to say... I want to leave.

I moved up here for work. The job I have is really quite nice. I'm a cinematic animator for a great company. I happen to be working on a highly anticipated title. The problem is that I'm about 1600 miles away from home, family, friends and my three new nieces (and a nephew is on the way). This circumstance could be ignored, if I wasn't in such a barren tundra in the oil wastes of Canada. There's nothing here but a big mall, a college street and some friends I made through work (many of which have left or will be leaving when the project is over).

Some time this next year there's going to be a big change. Before the weather up here heads into the next long dismal winter, I'm packing my shit and finding a new home.