It’s late and I can’t sleep. I should be tired, I worked all night. I had a hard night last night, and I’ve been a little down about my friend. I am also wrestling with some weird personal stuff that I may get around to writing about, maybe not. Maybe it’s just the good old family insomnia (thanks Mom, thanks Grandma) but I can’t sleep. So here’s some of the stuff rolling around in my head.

One To become a member of Mensa you have to have a tested IQ in the 98th percentile. You also have to pay membership fees! Doing so should immediately disqualify someone as a genius, as far as I’m concerned.

Two We get cats tomorrow. Jessie and Nug. I bet they are not nearly as cool as Thomas, but we’ll see.

Three I’m re-reading Ludlum’s The Bourne Identity. There’s an upcoming adaptation starring Matt Damon and the girl from Run Lola Run. I just don’t see it though. I read it several years ago, and then, as now, Jason Bourne in my head looks a little like a young Robert Redford.

Four I am also reading Steve Martin’s Shopgirl which is absolutely charming. For the first three chapters, I could hear Steve Martin nararrting in my head as I was reading, like a voice over by him from a movie. Weird.

Five Reading two books at once isn’t whats keeping me up at night. I am almost positive. I think.

Six Sifl and Olly are the two funniest socks in the history of man. Kevin unearthed some old episodes on tape, and we’ve been watching and shooting milk out of our noses. I don’t even drink milk (I’m allergic).

Seven I met a young woman tonight, which is not that unusual since I work in a bar (its official policy to refer to it as “the club”). She had absolutely the most beautiful laugh in the history of man. It sparkled. I hope she comes back, just so I can make her laugh again.