31 March 2005

 "If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be f**ked up."

News outlets are just beginning to report that comedian Mitch Hedberg has died of an apparent heart attack at age 37.
Hedburg was one of my favorite currently-active comedians, and I really believe that he was destined to join the ranks of Eddie Izzard, Lewis Black and the late Bill Hicks as one of the comedians my generation looked to for off-beat, sharp humor.

Rest in peace, Mitch. You will be missed.

-Sam


Indiana DWD...a proud tradition of crappy logos.

Old logo:


 New logo:



Ah, the sucking just doesn't stop!

I like my logo better:



In Soviet Indiana, unemployment files you!

-Sam


We are a "go" for new apartment. And I may be losing my mind.

I got word yesterday that mine and Jessi's application to take over the lease on the ginormous townhouse she now shares with her sister and brother-in-law (who are shortly moving into their recently-purchased condominium) was approved. Truth be told, I was a little nervous that a couple of black marks on my credit would be an issue, but with a bit of explaining and some additional paperwork, I got approved just fine. We'll be moving in as soon as Eric and Jo move out, which should be next weekend sometime. Money's going to be a little bit tight for the first month or so, but we've finally got it all sorted as far as what we buy when and where we're getting money for what, so a great weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders.

I'd hoped that with that issue resolved, whatever stress was causing the insomnia issues I talked about yesterday would have gone away. Alas, I was wrong. It's actually gotten worse. Here's what I posted in the Lounge at Ars this morning:

Starting Sunday night of this week, however, I've been plagued by insomnia of a form I've never encountered. All of the sudden, the little creaking and rustling sounds that every bedroom has (especially with both a ceiling and oscillating fan running at night) seem to be amplified by at least a factor of ten. I know what the sounds are, what is causing them and that it's nothing more sinister than the flap of a curtain against a set of blinds or a rustling of a poster on a wall in the breeze. Still, my mind can't stop focusing on them and I get all worked up. I've never had a panic or anxiety attack, but I imagine that what I feel at night when my brain locks on these sounds and amplifies them is something akin to a mild panic attack, or at least the anxiety leading up to one.

It's gotten bad enough that I haven't been able to go to sleep in my own bed all week. The best I can manage is to stay awake until my roommate goes to bed and sack out on the couch. Then, at least once or twice this week, I'm able to return to my own bed when I wake up in the wee hours to use the restroom and fall back asleep just fine. I'm assuming that at that point my brain is tired enough that it can ignore the sounds.

I'm a bit concerned about the sudden increase in my awareness of these...sounds in my room though. It's not like I'm hearing things that aren't there, but they're much louder and more sinister sounding than they would be normally. Am I going crazy? Have I reverted to being six years old, afraid of sleeping in the dark by myself?


Ugh. If I don't get this sorted soon, I may go mad.

-Sam

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