whatever fatigue was pounding in the head and stiffening the neck several hours ago when i woke and wrote the previous entry is long gone, as usual, and the hour of friends and the hour of malcolm in the middle leading up to the hour with craig ferguson once again leads me and this body (and the brain it contains) away from sleep and toward the kitchen for an after midnight snack...
and it's not a groggy push myself awake and it's not hyper wired either (cuz long term fatigue is real), but i did bounce into babble in real time™ and once again, the laughing fool simultaneeously securely independent and hopelessly hopefully romantic dances off into babbling oblivion silently singing damn the need for sleep and full speed (or stumbling, a least)ahead (or stage left, for that matter)...
and heaven's to mergatroid, where oh where is the nocturnal partner of my dreams, anyway? :)
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