Alert. Alive. Awake. Enthusiastic?
Four in the morning. This is getting to be a habit. A bad one.
This time I can't sleep because of the huge dinner I had a few hours ago. Three pork chops and one overflowing plate of rice at midnight. Midnight.
Add to that the fact that my brain has been running quite hot these past few days. So much so that I couldn't get a handle on a lot of the ideas which randomly pop out in the most inopportune places and moments. Like while I'm taking a shower or crossing a busy road.
Times like these should be used productively and not spent staring out into the darkness. Rogue ideas should be caught and corralled; the rare light bulbs flashing must be put to good use.
Lady Gaga is screaming in my head. Beats the hell out of that damned campaign jingle asking me if I've ever had the privilege of swimming in a sea of garbage. I could write a bad romance about that. Hahaha.
Maybe I will.
Four in the morning. This is getting to be a habit. A bad one.
This time I can't sleep because of the huge dinner I had a few hours ago. Three pork chops and one overflowing plate of rice at midnight. Midnight.
Add to that the fact that my brain has been running quite hot these past few days. So much so that I couldn't get a handle on a lot of the ideas which randomly pop out in the most inopportune places and moments. Like while I'm taking a shower or crossing a busy road.
Times like these should be used productively and not spent staring out into the darkness. Rogue ideas should be caught and corralled; the rare light bulbs flashing must be put to good use.
Lady Gaga is screaming in my head. Beats the hell out of that damned campaign jingle asking me if I've ever had the privilege of swimming in a sea of garbage. I could write a bad romance about that. Hahaha.
Maybe I will.
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