of course i should be sleeping (yet again)

cuz it's later than i think (in oh so many ways) in this comic tragedy (or tragic comedy and there is a difference just as there is a difference between serious irreverence and irreverent seriousness, but we won't get into that just now) of this life i loosely call mine and as much as wishing you were somehow here again is a theme i have so often played in the head (and not just for amy, but that's another story we won't get into now) there is more certainty than ever that the one is a being i have yet to meet or interact with on any level in this life (all the tired horses in the sun, how'mi s'poseta get any writing done... don't be sad, cuz two out of three ain't bad) and still hope rises above all else to lead me to believe in finding the one can all i've ever need was the one and dreaming while awake is still better than any other dream i've ever know so as we head into the miracle ninth we know all it will take is six hits or five walks and a big hit or four walks and a small hit and a big hit or (the permutations are obvious to people like the characters on the big bang theory, not that they'd be interested in much more than the numbers) many other possibilities so don't let the sun go down on your hope either, m'ok?...

and a voice in my head says stop being so awake, will ya?...

and i laugh...

and i sigh...

and narf :)