It is almost 1:00 am and I'm fading fast. I blink but my eyelids want to stay shut. My muscles are heavy, my neck is sore, and I keep typing the same words incorrectly.
My brain cells are bouncing. "Go here! Go there! Do this! Do that! Think about this! How can I do that?" and on and on and on. Here are some of the thoughts that I'm trying to reel in.
I need to edit the typos ouf of my website about me page.
I would love to rearrange the living room. Now, where would I put the couch?
If I email librarians on a Sunday morning at this time, would they get the email or would it be suspended in cyberspace only to arrive in spam?
Why is Jazzy running in her sleep?
How would I make a French horn out of paper mache?
Can I organize a book retreat here in Smithfield?
If I eat a cookie now, does it count on yesterday's calorie count or today's?
...and on and on. When I close my eyes and think to myself. I won't open them until morning, I start counting all my floaters. That makes me remember that I need new glasses. I remember and open my eyes. Yep, I clearly see the shadows in the dark. I am still wearing my glasses. I probably shouldn't sleep with them on.
I remove my glasses and try again. This time under the covers so I don't see blury shadows or count floaters. (without the backlight from the night light, floaters are harder to see.) But then I smell dog farts.
So I go back downstairs, sit at my computer and do more stuff. That's where I am now, if you couldn't tell.
It's now past one
I think I am done
Good night
or is it
Good morning
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