Late Night Ramblings

Am I the only person who will stay up to an ungodly hour on the internet, justifying it in the oddest ways?
"OH, if I went to bed I wouldn't be able to sleep anyways!"
"It's too scary... I'll just stay up here, next to the broadband internet connection, where SOMEONE COULD FREAKING WATCH ME THROUGH THIS GIANT WINDOW RIGHT HERE THAT HAS NO SHADES. SO much better than safely sleeping in my bedroom, right??"
"Ha, sleeping is for the weak."
"Edgar Allen Poe said that sleep is like little snippets of death."
"Death... Death.. That's an interesting word...Even more interesting thank Snippets. Try saying it over, and over... *Looks over shoulder and shivers*.... Let's go watch Psych on Netflix."
Pretty much the dialogue every night I'm actually at home and not in KC.
Yeah. It's kind of pathetic, I know..
I have a friend, who is mentally challenged. Eighteen, but acts.. More like an eight year old? Anyways. She can't spell worth a crap. Seriously. It's horrible.
I tried tutoring her once, over texting. She loves texting, specifically me (Now is the part where you look at your life, and realize that it could be far, far worse.. Having a mentally ill person text you all the time. Yeah. It's Bloody Hades.). But anyways, tutoring helped for a bit cause I got her REALLY excited whenever she made progress! You know, you have to give treats to make them want to work for it.
Well, after a while, telling her I was proud got old I guess, and she sort of quit listening to me trying to help.
Life sucks.
It goes on.
Anywho, I went to a nice art museum today. Really great. Lots of naked people though. Kind of creepy, but hey, art's art. I'm not gonna judge (too terribly).
So I'm in there, and everybody's all solemn like, trying to 'transcend into a better state of tranquility and peace' when I get this text:
I'm trying to rape some string.
DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW CONCERNING THAT IS?!?!
Then, I remember, oh yes, this is my mental friend we are talking about here. She must have been spelling wrap, I tell myself.
BUT not after I end up cracking up...
Okay, it wasn't that bad. People weren't even looking at me or anything, but I FELT like they were... You know how that is, I'm sure.
Don't you love it when I talk to people as though ANYONE is actually reading this blog? Yeah. Hardy har har.
Now my brother brought his wife and baby to our house, and it's... Eh, one thirty. Everyone's sleeping, but my bro comes into the kitchen to search for snacks. (Farewell, Burrito Amigo. You had a nice life, you served our freezer well, but now you must serve the tummy, then bowels, then toilet of my brother. It is a loyal cause. I'll see you on the far side, my friend...)
And I need to go to bed.
Have fun.. Sleeping. Since every sane person is probably doing that right now, eh?


~The Monkey