day 022 / 365: I. Can't. Sleep.

| 1:51am |

 

I wish I could sleep.

 

I get home after tough days and I'm so ready to hit the sack. But when I wash up and get ready...all I can do is sit down at the computer and spend the next 4 hours coming up with ideas.

 

Photos I want to take. Songs I want to sing. Business plans. A huge jumble of thought.

 

"What the hell is the cat doing?" "I need to find a new gym." "What the christ is aperture and shutter speed?" "Did I leave the coffee pot on?" "Do I even like coffee?" "What the fuck is coffee anyway?" "If that bum really needed change how did he buy that Saxophone?" "I wish I could see Ben Folds in concert." "Wow, the Raconteurs are amazing." "I should've charged my iPod." "Mental note: charge your iPod." "You should pack a lunch tomorrow." "Taco Bell would be good though." "No, pack a lunch tomorrow." "What the Hell is the cat doing!??.......

 

*sigh*

 

Sometimes I wish I could just erase my eyes, seal off my ears and just fall deep asleep on cue.

 

Good night.

Done