preoccupied insomniac.

i did not want to crawl from the bed because usually when i have a bout with restless sleep, the minutes seem to not exist but micro-milliseconds replace them.  that's when i hear every drop, tick, crack, breath of the overheating computer trying to download the last gig of the birds for my viewing pleasure.

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when i finally built up enough determination to look at my phone, the time was half past five.  not too bad.  if i were still in san diego or even bologna, i'd be up anyway.  still, i waited.  when the eyes did not surrender to the droop and the thoughts continued to explode and compound like the way my school loan interest is continually doing as we sit here reading this lovely blog and picture extravaganza, i awoke and began to write the list of the day.  the way some, maybe most, maybe not that many actually, start their morning.  to get something accomplished.  or to at least feel like something is being accomplished.  whatever that means.

and i quote: