Awake

It's 2am and I can't sleep again. What is it exactly that keeps one up night after night. My mind isn't busy running over all the events of the day. Nor is it making lists of all I've to accomplish tomorrow. In fact, most nights I simply lay awake with a mind numbing sense of boredom.

Usually, when sleep eludes me, I find myself writing...letters, poetry, songs, just about anything to keep me busy. When it is late at night I am never overly insightful or thought provoking. In fact it would be safe to say that most of my insomniatic writings are simply over-thought chicken scratch. Anyone who has had the misfortune of receiving one of my late night (or early morning after no sleep) e-mails can attest to that. My apologies if you are one of the unlucky few to be on my "insomniac hit list".

If nothing else, my writings are amusing. Usually they are the things I laugh at the following day when the peace of night has passed away and the busyness of life grounds me. They are always good for a few giggles or a roll of the eyes before being wadded up and rightly tossed in the garbage.

Nothing interests me at this exact second. Continuing on with this entry seems senseless as I've nothing in particular to write about. But when I consider the alternatives...laying in bed staring at the ceiling, flipping through a continuous stream of television channels, or re-reading an old novel...I just can't seem to close this blog.

The quiet in this house is deafening. I should be thankful for it as there are a good many who can't find a single moment of silence in which to rest their minds. Odd how the quiet for some can often be as loud as the noise for others.

Okay, ending this. Hoping sleep will come quickly so not to risk boring everyone to tears with yet another blog entry or heaven forbid a yawn-inspiring e-mail (wink). Rest well.