waking at 2am

if i knew exactly when i fell asleep, i'd know if i should be tired or not (should i give credibility to such logic?... or should i just feel how i feel and not let the clock rule my life experience?... surely the latter will isolate me from most of humanity, but then, surely the former would kill me faster and how much more isolated can one be than dead?... so, to reassure humans, i nodded off somewhere shortly after uploading the previous entry right here in this here blog, which means about eight hours sleep, so there all you normals... and for the few who actually get me {or who pretend to}, and to the fellow night owls and other nocturnal creatures out there who hang in there when parentheses expand in this manner, come on over, the water is sweet and the air is cool and your seat is waiting)...

no dreams to wake me, though i vaguely recall smiling a few times through the night, which is more like it, which is probably why i am awake and feeling great... and perhaps i'll nap before morning, but for now, i shall wander a bit, babble a bit (and leave a few more pages out there for you to find, or not), perhaps wind up down at the gym (the thought continues to rise to the surface faster each day than it has in many weeks... or is it months?... hey gym partner, where've you been?), and as the mars volta plays, dream of you enjoying the night with me, whatever you are doing, wherever you are...

you are loved :)