If you look at things logistically, one plus one is two, blue and yellow makes green, then seven hours of sleep is plenty for a person who intends to work a mere five hour shift tomorrow. Unfortunately, this mind is not a logical one. No, you see, this one is special, for it can bend every preconceived idea of what will and will not “work.” (What a concept that is, anyway: things working out)

My point is, I should be sleepy, but instead, I crave one-sided and utterly indulgent conversation, mainly that with myself, for some unbeknownst reader somewhere on the internet, slouched in front of a glowing monitor, looking at pictures of cats and sex, dreaming, if you will.