Brain Cage

I'm too tired to sleep. At least I think I'm tired. I really don't want to do anything, which includes writing this, so I'm thinking sleep is an appropriate action....but here I am. I was also thinking this earlier, and I will be until I actually do fall asleep, It's all the same and by now you may have figured out I'm trying to avoid present tense so that it doesn't look like I don't know what to write about. I failed. Killer whales get a hard press, their name presumes a sort of malice, maybe they've already lulled me in with their adorably small eyes. Dolphins are the one to watch out for, they kill sharks. Well not all of them, I don't want to generalise, but they can be quite violent. Apparently they rape other male dolphins to assert their dominance in a group, like an ocean prison. The ocean is a prison in some respects. Well so are all things if you think about it, so it loses a lot of meaning. I think I'm getting hairier, how long does puberty actually last? Is it normal to get sentimental over a calender? I mean once its finished. That time is spent, all those memories, and times when I didn't use it, why oh why did I not give you the attention you deserved? It's like when you get a really handy phone that can do all sorts of things to organise your time, but you still barely use it as an alarm clock, never mind making memos, and creating profiles and stuff. I started watching Mad Men, it's on the same channel as Breaking Bad, and that show is awesome. Mad Men is make you watch, but I don't really know why, not much happens but it's still immersive. I don't like this feeling. Even I don't want to read this.