Late-Night Ramble

Don't you just love it when it's almost 1:30 in the morning, and you're wide awake? No? You'd much rather be sound asleep? Ah, but that's the fun of it, you see? For it's only in the wee hours of the dawn when your mind wanders off into endless nonsensical directions.

My little bichon Isabelle is crouched on a corner of my bed, staring at me. Oh, she looks for all the world like she's asleep, but I'm her owner. I know better. Beneath those ragged, fluffy white bangs are the eyes of a dog who is watching every movement of my fingers as they pound on this keyboard. The thing of it is, I know she's staring, and she knows I know (and I know she knows I know...etc, etc.). I turn in my chair, and there she is, looking directly at me, barely trying to hide it. What do you want, I wonder, sometimes out loud, in a pathetic cutesy voice meant to ellicit her favor. Are you hungry? Do you want to take care of some business outside? None of the above, it seems. She's content to stare at me until she at last falls asleep. Or does she? Hmm....

Okay, here's the deal. I'm up late, playing my VBS music CD, trying to learn the movements to the songs that we'll be teaching the children in less than a week. I'm having a fun time really getting into it with the motions and even managing to sing along without becoming too breathless. Anyway, the song is about to end, and I attempt to pause it and go back to a certain point I want to double-check. For ten seconds, my DVD player doesn't so much as slow down, let alone stop. Then it abruptly stops altogether and cuts off. At that moment, my computer screen goes black and is replaced by ... *gasp* my old nemesis, the dreaded blue screen!! ARGH!!! Sinister fiend, what will it take for me to be rid of you for good?! I count my lucky stars the laptop re-started on its own and I've had no problems since. But for crying out loud, who else does this kind of thing happen to? Regularly?

I'm drinking Sunkist. It's after midnight, I've got day shift at work tomorrow, and here I am drinking a caffienated beverage. And people think I'm smart. Ha-ha, if they could see me now.

Izzy, I mean it, stop staring at me. I know you're still doing it.

The Michael Jackson trial. So the verdict is acquittal on all ten counts. For those of you expecting a relentless tirade from me against the federal justice system, I'll have to disappoint you. The same goes for those of you thinking I'm a Jackson supporter who would've voted "Not Guilty" solely because I loved his "Thriller" album. That came out a couple years before I was even born. But anyway, I wasn't present at the trial, and I didn't observe any of the evidence myself. Nor do I have enough information on the prosecution to call its credibility into question as was the defense attorney's angle, apparantly. So I'm not going to speak from any platform on this topic. I'll only say this. I hope and pray that the verdict was the right one. And that Michael Jackson knows in his heart of hearts that it was the absolute truth. Because if it wasn't, God knows the truth. 'Nuff said.

I need to dig out my WOW 2005 CD. It's full of some incredible songs, and I feel badly that I've neglected it. Now if my CD/DVD Player will behave itself and not give me any more weirdness, I can feel safe doing so...

*inserts the CD, and listens to the music* Yay!

*turns around* Oops. Sorry, Izzy. Guess you really were asleep that time.

Sigh. Well, that's my ramble. What's yours?

Song of the Day: Rachel Lampa - "When I Fall"

Verse of the Day: "I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which God has called you." - Ephesians 1:18-19

What, you thought that was the end, huh? Nope, this is. Mwa-hahahahaha! The mind becomes devious when it's up late. And on that note, I'm going to bed. Scoot over, Izzy. Good night, all. Or good morning. Whichever.

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*eyes pop open* Okay. That didn't work. Thank you, Sunkist...