August 1, 2006
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I fell asleep on my parents' sofa (long story), which was quite a feat. It's one of those sofas that sucks you in, like the overwhelming hug from an enormously fat relative. But I digress....
I fell asleep, and then was awoken by a well-meaning text message. And now I'm back awake, unable to sleep. In previous years--especially those poetically prolific college years--I would use such a situation to compose something to commemorate the occasion; to set it in stone, as it were; to, as "they" say, take lemons and make lemonade (badly paraphrased, but work with me here). My thoughts and intentions drift toward MSN, to Xanga, to my photo site: basically to anything that might be characterized as a thorough waste of time. And yet, I'm enjoying this. I have to believe that Shakespeare, on every sleepless night, didn't compose something brilliant and winning. I imagine Chaucer's "'Tee Hee!' quod she" was composed in the dead of night, when bum-kiss trickery seemed the perfect coup d'etat to his floundering, The Miller's Tale.
Perhaps I will try to sleep again. If not, dear friends, I will not bore you with more nighttime ponderings. Next stop: the refrigerator.
Comments (8)
oh my gosh, that's exactly what happened to me and why i am reading this what you wrote right now! weird..
I got a text message very early this morning as well, from a certain special someone. It made me happy and gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. Unlike you, however, I was able to sleep pretty soundly after receiving it. Just thought I'd share. Carry on.
I totally quoted Chaucer today. Weird.
the fridge is my next stop too! it often is...
Tis a confusing life, that of an artist. All the rules and habits that one forms while developing ones art, have to be broken and rebroken. Just when you think, you've found "The Way".... you haven't! And blah blah blah, chortle, ping!
sorry this is random... did you ever get your kitchen aid???
Anyway Scott said I could combine our anniversary and birthday gift for me and get one!! 
Did you get the standard one in white? I am debating...
Apparently I fell asleep on the couch last night. I had no idea. I woke up this morning thinking, "Where's my beer? What happened to Willy? Why's it light outside? What am I doing in bed?"
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