Being awake this late always reminds me of the old joke about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac, who sits up all night wondering if there really is a dog.
Did I mention that my thought processes work strangely when I'm really tired?
Mouse over dots for location and information. (You're the red dot.)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sleepless Nights
Here it is, the wee hours of the morning, and my brain is running around in circles, nowhere near ready to give up on consciousness. Oh, well. I can always nap tomorrow. For tonight, at least I've got a good audio book to listen to in the dark, where I won't bother anyone. Headphones are marvelous inventions.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment