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I was able to fall asleep after watching The Cell and playing with Wonka for a while. The Cell had amazing visual effects and cinemetography...but what the hell was that on Vince Vaughan's lip? It looked like a milk mustache. Got Milk?

Two hours of tossing and turning can uncover a few buried dreams, and sometimes thoughts revealed inhibit sleep even further. These things aren't necessarily bad, but it's funny how what has been left unwritten, unspoken, or generally unthought of can define both our superseded and extant vitalizations. The right words rarely come easily, but in frail instances some things seem so apparent that a conscious haste can only justify or capture them. While I was making this observation I should have been netting these ideaphaloons instead. I only corraled a minute amount of them from my bed to my computer...the ideaphaloons be quick.

Four in the morning, crapped out, yawning, longing my life away.
I’ll never worry, why should I? It’s all gonna fade. - P. Simon