I should be asleep.

I'm going to blame the cosmos for that. Because I can. Or going to blame the greater world order, or the hegemon that doesn't exactly exist in the world - yet. Or maybe, I'll just do the simple thing. I'll blame myself.

I'm a terrible case of apathy, anti-socialism, exhaustion, and excitement at current. This naturally means that my nerves are rebounding off of themselves, my intestines are doing backflips against themselves, and the rabid butterflies throughout my various tracts are gnawing neat little holes in anything they can reach.

In case you were wondering, it doesn't feel like cotton candy. Despite popular opinion. It just doesn't.

But enough of that. The demon printer across the room from me is starting to making growling noises, warning me that I better be in bed now or I won't make the drive tomorrow without a visit from the black dog.

That would be an issue.

So, I better be off. If nothing else, I can stare at the ceiling and count to one-hundred. Or just think of all the things I'm sure I'll forget to pack and all the places I'll want to go. Both now, tomorrow, and then. That'll work out.

At least if I can't sleep - I'll have a game plan. Better than nothing. Better than just writing nothing. But hell, I'm good at that. In case you were wondering - I thought I'd show you.

So here you are. I better go lie down now. It's getting early again...

And there, demon printer, speaks again - confirming my predictions. It's off to sleep...or the feather bed at least.

-RK