Insomnia and nostalgia.
So I got tagged yesterday morning around 3am by someone I hadn't spoken to for around 6 years, probably more I guess. A rather strange experience, drags things up from the dark pits of memory along with some strange emotional mixtures. Either way its pushing and I know all I can do is, stay awake. Some crappy Sopranos are on C4 and the cat is curled in a rather irritating self-contented fashion on the other couch. So now that the little bugger has started snoring/ purring like a 2 stroke engine I'm off to have a coffee and sit on the balcony. It is pleasantly mild and I'm guessing from previous experience I won't get to sleep much before 4am now. So the morning will be fun, should put me in the right frame of mind for the pen-penultimate mini-micro Amber game down at the College tonight.
Coffee time then, catch you alls later I'm off to muse and pense and other pointless self indulgent things.
Coffee time then, catch you alls later I'm off to muse and pense and other pointless self indulgent things.