Hooray!

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.)