A Nice Weekend to Be An Insomniac

I have decided to workout two times a day. Right after I start working out once a day which should be next week. I know this decision is going to entail some sacrifice. I ran down my daily schedule: sitting, two hours naps, eating banana chips and nothing looks expendable! I thought perhaps hour 6 staring blankly at the Internet could go, but what if, what if something worth looking at appears on the Internet? I have to go back to the drawing board with this one.

I am almost done with The Prophet Armed my bio of Trotsky, and I am prepared to move on to The Prophet Disarmed. So far the prophet hasn't been armed with anything and I am on the last hundred pages of a 5oo page book! Its been pretty good so far, but a little romanicized at times. It may well be the case that Trotsky spent his youth witnessing in horror the treatment of the Russian peasantry, but I bet he also played with bugs and ran around in the woods. Anyway, I will finish this weekend and move on to part II.

One of the unforseen benefits of insomnia is when the delusional impulses lead you to make a benign dumb decision. Its 4:22 am here in Denmark, and just over an hour ago while listening to the radio and checking flight prices around the world I encountered the "great deal." We all know about the "great deal." Usually you don't need the good or service being offered, and sometimes the good deal is a positive waste of money. My good deal was a $169 round-trip flight to Nice, France, and I have made the purchase! So in a few hours time I board a train for the airport and leave for 5 days and 4 nights on the French Riviera. Mostly what I plan to do is wear shorts and sandals. I will of course do the usual...evaluate public restrooms, walk around for hours, etc...but I am going to sit on the beach for a while, in shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt, and read. More when I return I assume. Au revoir!