Didn’t sleep at all last night, dear reader.  It sucked.  About 0400, I knew that I was fucked.  My fuckedness was soon confirmed as light soon began to fill the shuttered window.  By the time I said, “fuck it” at 0700, I was laughing about it.
Back in Seattle, I used to stay up all night on purpose all the time.  Hayden and I would stay up all night, all the next day, and then around dinner time that second day, we’d each take a bunch of ambien and do art for as long as we could stay vertical.  Eventually, the sleep of the gods would come, and then, upon waking completely refreshed and reinvigorated, would come the surprise…due to ambien’s amnesiac qualities, you would have no recollection of the previous night’s art, and would find a fully recorded song or a brand new completed painting…it was like some kind of creative Christmas.
But last night wasn’t on purpose.  Last night was due to simple insomnia with a heaping helping of monkey mind which was probably in no way helped by the consumption of rather a lot of southern sweet tea about 30 minutes before I intended to go to bed.  Yes, I know, dear reader, it was a total rookie move.  But tea can be quite political sometimes, and sometimes, it behooves one to take tactical tea at otherwise inopportune times.  And yesterday was such a time.
Staying up all night has it’s positives: sleep deprivation and exhaustion tend to give one a tremendous amount of focus and clarity of purpose simply because one doesn’t have much brain power or energy to exert on anything but the Matter at Hand.  And time really does seem to fly when days are no longer separated by sleep.  The best part, however, is what I’m about to do, which is go to bed early and fall instantly into a coma-like state, where I will be held by the force of mortality until that stupid star rises in our skies once again.
And now, dear reader, if you’ll excuse me…I am going the fuck to bed.  Goodnight.

N.P.: “Up All Night” – The Boomtown Rats