Wikipedia...

It's almost 2 in the morning (time of writing, Sunday morning, published later). Why am I still up? I should be in bed, sleeping. Instead I'm putzing around on my laptop. Switching back and forth between various useful and useless pursuits. Why am I playing hearts on my computer? I hate playing hearts on my computer. It's impossible to not win. Why can't I get anywhere near the 25 million points record I achieved in pinball in grade 12? Wikipedia, now that's my new obsession. Check it out for yourself at www.wikipedia.org . Its an encyclopedia. But unlike a set of encyclopedias on the shelf collecting dust, wikipedia is always up to date. A few days after Kirby Puckett (one of my favourite players back in my baseball card collecting days) died I decided to read about him on wikipedia. It was already updated to include his death and had a link to the statement released by his family. I was reading about the current unstable politics involving Thailand's prime minister and they had a picture of a protest that had taken place 5 days before. Today I read about the death of Milosivec on CTV and then read about his life and death on wikipedia. As you can see I'm obsessed. Its organized so will with convenient links to other articles. And it has articles that the World Book Encylopedia might not, such as in depth information on all 5 series of Star Trek. Would the World Book Enclopedia have an article on Zondervan Publishing House? I think no t! So all of you sleepless people out there, please check wikipedia and tell me what you think. I think you might thank me. But now my Internet spazzing (I can't really complain since I'm leeching off of someone nearby with a wireless router) and I can't look anything up on wikipedia. Hence the hearts. Hence the pinball. All accompanied of course with the greatest tunes in the world in surround sound. These speakers will be passed on to Nathan upon my departure and will be sorely missed. I always feel at the peek of my intellectual abilities late at night. That's when all my greatest work in university was done. The only problem is a lack of motivation to do something constructive during these hours of peak performance. I could be worrying about the future. About what job I'll get and what people I'll hang out with and whether I'll be happy. I used to do this a lot as a child. I'd be laying in bed almost ready to cry because I would have to do a science fair project the following year. Over the years I've been able to mostly block these worries out, making going to bed a much more relaxing experience. Don't have a clue what I'm doing tomorow in school? Oh well, I'll worry about it in the morning! But often my thoughts turn to the past and I think about all the good times I've had and miss. Sometimes makes me sad. Isn't that crazy? Instead of being happy about all these good experiences I'm sad because they are over. Makes the present and future seem less exciting when I'm always stuck in the past. But then I decide that 2 years from now, I'll probably be thinking back to this moment in my life in the same way. Winamp makes me feel like some radio dude or something. All my music is in a giant playlist, so if I have a song I'd like to listen to I just have to type "J" (for jump), type in a couple keywords, hit enter and I'm there in like 2 seconds. Why am I still up writing random comments here? I should be in bed. I'll have to drag myself out of bed tomorrow. But it seems like I can go to bed early and still have to drag myself out of bed. It seems I go to bed feeling alert and wake up dead-tired. I used to fantasize of changing my schedule somehow so that I'd go to bed in the morning, sleep till dark and then wake up till morning. But unfortuneately I'm stuck in a society that makes it difficult to choose my circadian rhythm of preference. As a result I have to lay there for an hour (or more, sometimes less) trying to fall asleep. Many nights I decide to try to feel myself fall asleep. But I always forget to because I fall asleep without being aware of it. Sleep is something that has always fascinated me. How long does it take to go from conscious to sleeping? Sometimes I start thinking things that make absolute no sense in the world of consciousness and suddenlty realize that my previous thoughts made no since, so its like I was half awake, half sleeping. Well, I'm gonna go to bed. I'm gonna try to feel myself fall asleep. I'll let you know if it works. But first one more game of pinball.