Where was I at 3:26am? Wouldn't you like to know...
I was pulled over in a dark empty parking lot, propped up against the wildfire's back right tire watching a cigarette burn to its last on the pavement with NumberOneFan in my ear. And talking to Jared Hogan.
I can't sleep at night at all anymore. I'm so awake; my body loves to fool itself. Last night I went haunted housing with the girls for the first time ever. It was oh so fun. Rode a crazy carny ride and stumbled out all dizzy. Got back pretty late and watched a flick with the girls. Then I went out and you know what happened. When I got back me and Ashley stayed up talking until 5:30. It was so good too, a talk I really really needed to have. We still weren't tired. We played with the idea of going downtown to watch the sunrise with nondrowsy eyesight, but ended up at the Steak 'n' Shake in Noblesville about a half an hour away. It was pitch black out when we went in, and after sharing beakfast we stepped out into dim morning light. We drove alongside as God painted a new day onto the sky's canvas. We came home and crashed. Got up and went to church by 11:30. And I'm still not tired.
My body has been programmed [by you] to keep odd hours.
You're making me crazy.