Why don't you love me?

I realized something this morning while I was brushing my teeth. I need to create a bloggy following. The simple fact of the matter is my ego needs some stroking and huge numbers of people reading my blog could provide that stroking. I can not promise to write anything people consider interesting, or relevant, but from what I have observed in the blogosphere that is hardly relevant. So I will start with this.

I got a new bed yesterday. It is what of those tempur-pedic deals and I took my old bed and put it in the guest room, since the blow-up bed was sort of a mean thing to make guests sleep on.

I am still short about 400 hours sleep and I believe that catchup will occur somewhere around 2050. When I am dead.