November 03, 2003
I don't feel inspired to write today. I slept like a rock the entire time I was in the mountain cabin (except for that final night, when I was surrounded by loudly ranting, drunken bloggers. NOBODY slept much that night.). I woke up at 4:00 AM each morning, as usual, but I was able to roll over and go back to sleep. I haven't done that in years.
One morning, I slept until 9:30. Recondo 32 scared me awake when he came creeping into the loft to see if I was still breathing. If I ever sleep that late, people who know me believe that I am dead.
I came home yesterday tired, hung-over and ready for a good, long sleep. I went to bed hoping to capture what I had in the mountains, and maybe take a nice, twelve-hour slumber. I awoke at 3:30 this morning and could not go back to sleep.
Well, it was fun while it lasted, but I appear to be back in the saddle again. Six and out. Shit! No wonder my hair is
Anyway, read this if you want something to piss you off this morning.
I don't have the energy to write about that topic myself.
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