Hooray for me! It's 3:00 in the morning (well, three o'clock at night, come on now) and I can't sleep! Hooray!
Okay, this time I'm going to see insomnia as a gift. A gift from the gods of sleep and wakefulness, bestowed upon me that I might come closer to cracking the code of night.
What?
I'm not going to waste this precious gift of extended consciousness by watching television or reading some book I won't really digest.
I'm going to feed this blog, so that it will grow up big and strong. I'm going to take out my pen and write a letter. I'm going to finally switch the beds (don't ask).
Rumi says that in the middle of the night we are closest to God.
(Oh, blow it out your ass, Howard.)
About Me
- Mr. Moose
- Yagna, CA, United States
- Down these mean streets a Moose must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He must be a complete Moose and a common Moose and yet an unusual Moose. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a Moose of honor.
5 comments:
ok.
damn i hsould have called you! I was up forever too
You're all pricks. I have insomnia all the time and no one ever calls me except when I'm finally asleep. Oh well, I liked the labels.
Nice tag. Very nice.
so when it's 6am here i can call you?
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