Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The spirit is willing, the body not so much.
I woke up this morning at around 5 a.m. My mouth was full of cotton so I left to get a bottle of water from the living room. I drank that down and then something strange happened: I didn't go back to sleep. Not the most startling thing to ever happen but surely something to note given my capacity for large, uninterrupted amounts of sleep. And now here I sit in my bed clothes, with my bedhead, listening to "The Bedlam in Goliath" by The Mars Volta. It's a good morning. I don't think I want to go back to sleep just yet.