“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.”
-Poppy Z. Brite
What do we want?
When do we want it?
This may be the only time wherein I am grateful that I am not yet working a regular job. Because no way would I, in any sort of fashion, be productive at all.
Or even just, yanno, not drooling on myself at my desk.
The last time I looked at the clock before I started the (seemingly) four hour hypnagogic state – where I thought I was awake but honestly was asleep – it was three-something.
And in case that run on sentence doesn’t clue you in, I am way tired and loopy today. Also, I think my coffee needs an espresso shot. Didn’t I order the large?