The last two nights have passed fitfully, with very little rest accomplished. Sunday night, I admit, was my own fault, having recently become somewhat obsessed with the installation of a DOS partition on my secondary hard drive in what’s likely to turn into a shortlived nostalgia-driven craving. Last night, Monday night, was a beast of an entirely different nature. Having made a point to go to bed early, exhausted from the night prior, I discovered the strange metaphysical crawling of time as not one but two hours passed. Consciousness at 2AM on a work-night doth not bode well for subsequent work-day.
It’s funny, too, the things that drift through the mind when the mind itself should be drifting in slumber. Lying there stationary, staring at the ceiling, the wall, the red-eyed clock, mind running down labyrinthine alleys, my thought processes awkward and twisted, I found the inner processes of my mind gradually coming to resemble something, for example, like this.
Bizarre.
I am so tired. May this night pass more casually and fruitfully.