Time moves too slowly, too quickly, but it's inexorable and it begs me to get to sleep. But I can't. And when I was in college I would watch the VH1 Insomniac Music Theatre with the boys one floor below me, but these days I can't even find it on TV unless I awake at some ungodly hour. And as I tossed and turned in my all-white bed tonight (the lack of color which is ordinarily calming), I thought, I have to create my own little insomniac theater. I have to entertain myself and lull myself to slumber, because nothing else appears to work.For a few days now, I have devoted a lot of thought to prime rib. I just want to eat it so badly and I want someone to go with me. Right now, it seems like the funnest and greatest thing in the world.
I never should have had that double decaf Americano tonight at Novel Cafe. You know, decaf is really just less caf.
Sleep well... when you finally do.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:54 AM
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