I hate the late hour. That time when you want to do something but you don’t have enough time to do it. That time you should be packing it in and going to sleep for the next day but you’re not willing to surrender today just yet. When you’re the only one awake. Completely free but a little lonely. (This is why I’ve uninstalled all chat programs since 2000.)
That time when you aimlessly watch TV. Or surf endless semi-interesting internet sites. Or achieve some new tiny achievement in your video game or MMO du jour. The brain isn’t quite clear enough to write or draw anything coherent, but it’s perfectly enough to stay on standby and let your fingers or your inertia do the talking.
Eventually you drift toward your bed, frustrated by questions like “is this all there is or all there ever will be,” you surrender, too tired to bitch at the borrowed minutes or hours your body is going to be paying back with interest soon enough. Too tired to fight it. Too tired to even coast by. Too tired to remember …
That tomorrow is a brand new day.
