November 03, 2003

blah!

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 gray silver.

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.