tales from an ordinary world

2001-10-02b

It'll be the same as last night, and the night before that, and all weekend. I just haven't been able to drift off to sleep with my usual ease. I try not to look at the clock, to see how much time I've lost to random circular thoughts, snatches of songs or conversations or images. But all the same, it won't stop. It won't start. A watched pot never boils, and eventually the radio wrestles me from the sleep I didn't notice myself having, at last.