Misleading meandering mumblings

The picture is misleading. I'm not an insomniac. I don't actually really want to go to sleep. I have been restless all day. It feels like Christmas Eve and I'm 9 years old. I don't want to go to bed, but tomorrow I have to actually, you know, do stuff. But I'd rather stay up and play Wii and listen to music, or catch up on Heroes, or, well, write to you. I don't know why I feel so restless... My days are becoming uneventful. I need some stimulation. Or some variation. Or a vacation. One of those. As long as it ends in "tion"... I'm not nervous or worried or scared or caffeinated. I'm not anything, really. I just don't feel like going to sleep, yet... I want to do something. Right now. I want to write the great American novel. I want to learn to play guitar. I want to wander the city like Holden Caulfield - except he was crazy and had a much cooler city to roam around in... That's what I want. I want to go to New York. I think I would like it there. The people, the energy. I could live in The Village, find a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, go there everyday with my FRIENDS, and do nothing but talk and drink coffee. And Chris can come too. As long as he brings a puppy. The puppy is a must. We could like it in New York. I think. I've never been, myself, so I'm only speculating... Should there have been two commas in that last sentence?