Lights Out
Yesterday, after luxuriating in a little bit of book before bed, I reached over to turn off the lamp only to realize it wasn't on. It was 6am and what I'd been trying to turn off was the light of day flooding in through those damn glass cubes that make up one wall of my bedroom.
I don't know if this is some form of retarded insomnia but I regularly fall into a pattern of going to bed later and later, and before I know it, things are completely out of control and I'm sharing the same hours as certain truckers, gas station attendants, and convenience store clerks. [more]
I don't know if this is some form of retarded insomnia but I regularly fall into a pattern of going to bed later and later, and before I know it, things are completely out of control and I'm sharing the same hours as certain truckers, gas station attendants, and convenience store clerks. [more]