Sleepless Night

Michael Vale, Better Known As "Fred The Baker!"

It's 2:09 am on Sunday morning... Am I nuts? I can't sleep and I can't believe that I am up writing at this time of night. Does anybody else out there do this? D'Angelo's "Untitled... How does it feel?" is playing on a distant radio across the driveway. (Whatever happened to that brother anyway? I was so sure that he was the second coming of Marvin Gaye at one time.) My posts are usually topical and organized but, lately I've been experimenting with a more "free form stream of consciousness" type of style. (It's driving my editor and significant other crazy... lol!)

I thought I would have a lot more to write, considering it's quiet and it's night time but, right now... right this minute... I just don't. I'm just alone... alone with my thoughts... about my mother, and how everytime I go to a family gathering where she would have been present, how very empty it seems for me now. I'm thinking about whether I need to buy some new clothes to wear to a Kappa boat ride I've been invited to in two weeks.

But, most of all, I'm thinking about how a nice hot cup of coffee and a donut would set my night off right. Fine, right about now? I could grab my keys, throw on my pants, and drive to the 24 hour Dunkin Donuts... which would be totally crazy and out of character for me... which is all the more reason why I should do it. I really need to go back to bed... I sound crazy right about now.

Tell me... Is there anyone else out there in the blogosphere that ever gets like this? I would welcome any and all comments. As for me? I'm outta here! I'm going to get that coffee and donut. It won't help me sleep but, it'll make me feel better. And, to those of you who can and are sleeping right now, I envy you.