I have a problem with sleep. Namely, that I can't at any decent hour. Maybe I should go west, the jet lag to Seattle should be about right to fix it.
The worst part of late empty nights is the time to think. I don't need to have four or more unbroken hours to ponder every wrong choice I've made, but that's what ends up happening regardless.
Potential good stuff: getting together with Mike in the early evening. Ooo. I'm bringing Watchmen and Wanted for him to borrow. A boy to geek out with, just what I wanted!
I miss having a basement. Lying around in a basement when it's too uncomfortable to sleep is A+ summer fun.
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