Can't really sleep right now. Today is my father's birthday. Sunday is my birthday. I will be six-hundred and thirty-eight years old. I don't feel that old.

For a long time now I have been having dreams about being in or around a marching band of some kind or another. When I was little I had a recurring dream about a leprechaun in a church. The leprechaun was locking people in the bathroom and only my friends fat mom could get them out. I remember wondering, why people keep going in the bathroom when this leprechaun is pretty obviously locking people in there. I guess I'm a bit more wise now. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

One wish I have is for a band. A rock band or something like that. I'm not sure what I would do if I found one, but I'd like one. Every time in my life where I've been in the position to assemble a band I have failed miserably. I guess I'm just the solitary type. Oh well, since I'm up I guess I'll go to the ATM machine. I've got to put some money in so that I don't get an overdraft charge.