i chose to sleep

and that's really where i've been when i was not writing here... the writing of the past three months has come at the expense of sleep... staying awake once or twice a week almost all night to let the words come pouring out felt as wonderful as it usually does, but each week the body was asking for more sleep and when it started begging, well, about that time the brain started demanding more sleep by shutting down thought procsses in mid-stream, or thought... thoughts flow in streams, and not just metaphorically... streams of electrons and molecules and chemicals dancing through the brain, thoughts... and when the brain is deprived of sufficient sleep, the flow breaks down, the sleep demand becomes the dominating thought, and what's left to do but fight it and die or give in and live... once again, i choose to live... it's my thing, do what i wanna do, ya know?... nyuking, are we?...

well, even after we review the before and the after, it truly was (as you know if you've paid attention recently) a good football weekend and sharing it with jackson made it much much more fun, just as (segue) nights are more fun sleep deprived, most of the time, but days are more productive wide awake and the way to be wide awake is to get sufficient sleep... i mean, drugs only work for so long before they kill you, ya know?... you remember, fight and die or give in and live, that's the way it is in the daily battle beftween sleep and awake...

you know, where we still remember dreaming?... thanks tink...

narf :)