Day three of my current bout of insomnia. 3:46 AM. Upon my lack of sleep I rediscovered my AFI CD's laying dormant in my overflowing CD rack. Why did I stop listening again? The musicianship is absolutely astounding. I'm not saying they're the best, but they're good. Sing the Sorrow is a master piece, and December underground is nothing to turn your nose up to. As overplayed and heavily mainstream as it is, D.U.G. is a gooood album. And how could we go with out listening to classics like 'Black sails on the Sunset' and my personal favorite, 'Answer that and Stay Fashionable.' Nothing like some old school punk to put you to sleep...not. I also rearranged my CD rack Alphabetically, and put all albums in order of release date under artist. It takes a superb knowledge of the music you listen too to do that. I'm just a sponge when it comes to music I guess. Sleep seems further away every minute, and the exhaustion of 48 hours with out a wink is taking its toll. I can't even form a coherent sentence, and some how this seems to be coming out alright. But you can't see all the typo's I keep correcting with my handy dandy spellcheck-a-mabobber. What a wonderful invention. Have you ever noticed, that if you spell a word wrong, you will consistently keep trying to spell it wrong until spell check gives you what you want. Never mind just trying to spell it right, you try to spell it wrong over and over. Sad really. Just like those people who will walk up to automatic doors, and when they don't open, will go back and forth in front of the door, or jump on the pad until it opens. Don't just walk the step over, and extend your arm, which uses all of four muscles, to open the manual door, just keep jumping up and down in front of that other door. Its totally the lazy thing to do. People. Well, I should go and alphabetize my DVD's and VHS movies. --Your sleepless beauty.