I was tempted to copy the stuff I wrote in my myspace.com journal here but I decided not to. Granted one reason was that I was too damn lazy to copy-paste-edit the bloody things but the other reason is that I feel this space should have its own pieces.
Okay, I'm a friggin' lazy cumquat, so sue me. If you want to read the other stuff, go to myspace.com and check out my profile.
I'm running on auxiliary power here...I hate it when I'm obviously tired, sleepy and I know I need to get to bed but something is simply keeping me from getting there.
I've always had this. I don't know if it's insomnia because I do feel sleepy and the minute my head touches my pillow, more often than not I'll fall asleep. Is it a refusal to let time march on by? A reaction to my need of stemming the tide, maybe that if I stay up, I can squeeze in something meaningful to a day wasted?
Ironically, it's when I'm working when I get this feeling the most.
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