Monday, October 30, 2006

After Hours

When I was little, I had the same fantasy that many kids have (I assume,) to be locked in a toy store overnight, run through the empty aisles and play with all the things I would never own.

But now, being in my apartment, surrounded by my books and music, and with an endless supply of things to ponder (like the nature of sleep among other things,) this is my fantasy.

I'm seriously fading, falling asleep as I write. I will stop hitting the keyboard and go hit the shower, then reluctantly I will go to bed.

I understand how people can be unhappy, but I don't understand how anyone can be bored. Ever.

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