Confusing Lifestyle

Yes, I am old enough to understand my lifestyle, yet, I am still confused what exactly is a normal lifestyle.  I am at a stage where I am either really happy or really confused.  Not sad, just confused.  One example, when I'm with my friends, I'm a perfectly normal person. I do the standard, girly stuff where everyone is happy throughout the day. It just comes naturally to me when I'm with my friends.   Here comes the funny part, when I'm all by myself for a few days, I tend to develop this interesting behavior of taking long naps, wake up, stare out the window for about 30 minutes, listen to the same song over and over again, sing the same song over and over again, walk to my office, check my email, turn on the same song on my computer, leave my computer, turn on my Xbox, listen to the same song from my Xbox, and then back to staring out the window. Now, I am writing this post and thinking to myself, wtf is happening to me?

Having described the situation, let's analyze what is going on with me.  I don't think this is a behavior of being alone, there's a few variables that can be analyzed, maybe the song is just too f*cking good, maybe my place is just too f*cking comfortable, maybe I'm designed to listen to music on highest power consuming devices possible. 

Or maybe I'm just finally turning weird(er)...

Another one of those nights

I am sick and I should be in bed by now, but I keep on browsing the web and trying to think of other things to do besides going to bed. Even though I am sick, I feel great! Covered in my blanket, with my cup of tea (no caffeine), listening to No Ordinary Morning by Chicane repeatedly.  Great song by the way.

It's funny...I've been listening to this song for the last three hours, but I still cannot remember the lyrics completely.  Maybe this is another indication that I need to get lots of sleep. 

As I'm singing half way through the song, I suddenly have this image that if God would define a day to be 48 hours so I don't have to sleep so early, I would give him half of my checking account. I couldn't help but laughing out loud because the image of me driving God to BECU to do a withdraw was ridiculously funny.  As we left the bank with a bag of money, instead of dropping him off at his place, which is heaven, I dropped him off at a bar upon his request. Thus the title of this post, "Another one of those nights"