i don't know if my brain is mad at me for that beer i drank earlier, but it was determined to keep me from any proper sleep tonight.
i never really quite got into a good sleep rhythm all night. then when my clock said 5:16*, it decided to pounce.
i tried to get comfy and fall back asleep, but my brain was having none of that. first the panic.
then the guilt.
then the cacophony.
then it started composing this post while i tried in vain to go back to sleep.
finally, i got up when my clock said 6:23.*
i glanced in the kitchen and wondered why there were sparkly green stars all over the ceiling. it took me way too long to realize it was the light from the coffee maker reflecting off the giant shiny ductwork spider on the ceiling.
maybe my brain just wanted a hazy trippy day.
