Neil Young said it best, "It's better to burn out, than it is to rust"

He's new to blogging and you just KNOW by looking at him

that he's got some interesting things to say. Go on, encourage him, give him pointers, tell him to start yapping already. His name is Chris (better known as Opie)...he hasn't always looked like John Lennon gone bad....he used to look like, well, Opie, when I met him 13 years ago. He's recently out of the Air Force, lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico and has a ferocious puppy named Rage.

Been sleeping a little better lately, no thanks to anything in particular...just comes and goes.

L and I went to a hockey game (the Colorado Avalanche vs the Los Angeles Kings) on Saturday, my first professional hockey game (I've now seen every American Pro sport--whopee). It was a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, but it ain't no Tour de France....it's not even the Milk Race.

The insomnia is back, not that I welcomed it. It's about 2:30 in the morning and if you know me, this isn't like me at all. It first popped up about a month ago when I got laid off, I had nights of tossing, turning and generally making L crazy. I banished myself to the couch a few nights and that seemed to help a bit, I think the change of surroundings threw the restlessness over after a bit.

Unemployment sucks. If you have a job, hug it for me and make sure you tell it you love it, even if you don't--it might be all you have for a while.

Yes Virginia there is (still) a Matt.

I'm still unemployed but hopeful, unlike many of the huddled masses I comunicate with daily via the "interwebnet" as Meg calls it.