Forgive my lack of continuity here, but insomnia robbed me of my sleep last night and I’m all but a zombie today. Of course, this gave me a chance to catch up on a backlog of Sopranos episodes I’d been meaning to watch — life without HBO deprived me of the chance to see them all as they were broadcast.

Anyway, after tuning out my email over the holiday weekend, I started sorting through the 100 plus messages when I got to work this morning. One of them was from my sister, who forwarded me a link to an old girlfriend’s MySpace page. Perhaps three week middle school fling would better define things? Regardless, she was the measuring stick of my relationship experiences for a long while, if only because she was the first serious thing I had. She also would go on to orchestrate a back-stabbing humiliation of yours truly one year later, mostly to get back at the fact I broke things off with her in the most immature manor.

Ah, youthful naiveté and vengeance on both sides — ain’t it grand?

Last I had saw of her — which was quite a few years ago — she was going out with a man at least 20 years her senior and rumor was she had given up a child for adoption. Yeah, she was a wreck, but she had really screwed with my head, so at the time, I thought she was getting what she deserved. But as time marched on and I gained wisdom, I saw that not only as that a shit outlook to have, but this pent up “forgive, but never forget” philosophy I had with those involved with the emotionally scarring event was really just keeping me bottle up more than anything.

She relocated from Jersey to Florida, and from the scarce content on her page, it seems like she’s doing well for herself. And I’m honestly glad about that. While I don’t think I’m going to reach out and get in touch, at least I’m letting the internal animosity go. In the end, everyone has the right to be happy.

Why the hell am I such a head case this morning? Oh wait, it’s already afternoon as I start this. Screw the morning line then.

For all intents and purposes I had a decent weekend. There was that nice little happy hour on Friday to hash out details for a forthcoming ski trip to Vermont. Then there was the productive and entertaining combo of web work and karaoke in Park Slope on Saturday. Finally got to help my dad on Sunday as he finally made the transition from dial-up to DSL. And Sunday night? As restful as any I had known. Still, come Monday morning and all I want to do is hold up in my apartment, lock the door and bury my head in the mattress.

If I could have climbed into the wooden framing of my futon, I would have. Sometimes I wonder if life as a tree would have been any easier? So little is expected of you. Just sit there, turn carbon dioxide into oxygen, provide some shade and give some squirrels a place to nest.

I blame part of the lack in posting on global warming (or global climate change, as the politicos are want to say). More realistically, you can blame it on my new toy, the Wii. But it’s a toy with benefits. I’m 40 hours into Zelda, and 15 pounds lighter since the start of the new year (WiiSport combined with watching what I eat more closely is doing a number reduction game on the scale). Maybe I should compliment this with one of these ugly, yet functional calorie burning desks?