Blazing New Trails to Never Fail.

Hey all,

I have no grand lecture regarding higher beings, points of view on religious preference, or the like. All I really have to offer is this:

If you`ll all recall, I`d been bitching on my last blog about an inability to sleep despite my always being tired. I once again have become a sufferer of this affliction. I pinned it down at one point to some strange neurological, circadian rhythm disorder, but I think it stems deeper; a subject I won`t bother to graze as it has absolutely no solid basis. The only thing I can tell you is that I woke up this morning and thought my eyes were caving into the back of my skull. The dull black beneath them seemed to outline the sockets completely.

Either way, this doesn`t seem to have bearing on my ability to function, except in that I lack the focus and clarity to sit down and read like I desperately need to to stay afloat here. Wuthering Heights, Emma, and Charlemagne's Courtier all call my name, and I reject them like a poorly recorded Paris Hilton single.

My weekend seemed to solidify the edging inclination that it`s time I seperate my name from the other three that live at the Bilyea household right now. A little beef between 3am and my father branded a rancid wart into the healing relationship between my father and I and the drive back was near-completely silent.

It could have had something to do with the fact that he spent the majority of the blizzard on Sunday pumping excess water from our backyard so that those who were touring it wouldn`t see it. Sadly, I think they saw, and he expressed his concern at this. They`re trying so desperately to (like me) evacuate that horrible city and it`s terrible influences forever. I just don`t know if I`ll be able to go with them.

Which brings me to my next point. I don`t think I was cut out to live in the city. In fact, whenever I go to Toronto, I freak, and as I ventured into Kitchener today, I reeled at the overwhelming buildings and population in such a small area. I think I`m just going to get a farmhouse. Maybe somewhere where it rains a lot.

To digress and eventually arc fully back to my point, there are certain CD`s that I`ve purchased in my life which have had such a deep impact on my psyche that they possess certain eccentricities in my listening catalogue. Pink Floyd`s The Wall cannot be listened to unless I`m willing to take the 80 minutes and listen to the full album. If it comes on randomly in my playlist, I will turn it off. Bright Eyes` Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep your Ear to the Ground is only good on weekends when I can listen to it while cleaning or reading. I can`t listen to all of Kid A unless I`m writing, and if I`m in a bad mood, anything by the Black Crowes won`t even cross my mind. I purchased (while in Kitchener, see the arc?) Jeff Buckley`s Grace. This is going to be another huge album for me, and there`s no escaping it. Lover You Should`ve Come Over is one of the best songs I`ve ever heard, and there`s no escaping that. It`s going to be big, and I will probably draw a good amount of my titles from that for the next little while.

It`s 2:30 though, and I have good things to do right now..like fold my laundry and let Alex sleep...so...

I`m out, and watch WLU.com for The Bizz Rapport. I`ve got a new blog VERY soon there, and with the "state of the art" technology that I actually have to undergo training for, it should be good times..or weird times.

Well, with great respect and love `till the end, I say:

Good night and Good Luck `osphere. Long may you run.

Bizz.