I really want a cup of coffee. The problem is we are way past my bedtime and nearly on the wrong side of midnight. Still, I want a coffee and I want to stay up all night doing lord knows what. I feel like one of King’s character’s from Insomnia save for the fact that I want to not sleep. There is no real reason for the desire, but here we are.
I fell asleep a few hours ago, long after I put the kids to bed. I was laying in my own bed and listening to Andrew Cuomo prattle on angrily about Trump when I felt myself going. I let it happen for a while and then pulled myself out. I hadn’t blogged. I hadn’t taken any real time to myself. I suppose the sleep was a version of me time, but not a version that left me feeling any real satisfaction beyond basic refreshment. I suppose it is that basic refreshment that has me up this evening watching a ton of marginal to terrible TV.
So I suppose the moral of the story is that I need proper recharge. Bad TV isn’t entirely good, but it is something.