Dear Dysfunctional,
I am a night owl, officially. I am honestly considering sleeping for three hours a day, and just sleeping four or five hours again; not like that isn't my schedule anyway. I don't know why, but it seems that night is when I am most productive. I blog at night, I do homework at night, often chat at night, play guitar at night. Maybe the dark that isolates me stimulates what creativity I have, perhaps the lack of external pressures releases my mind from its narrow confines. Either way, I love the night. Naturally, this hasn't always been the case; only recently have I overcome my fear of the dark. However, I would be perfectly content to stay up till four every morning, doing whatever it is that I feel like. My only requests at night are a fast computer and an espresso machine. Hey, I'm a man of simple tastes. Well, that and a medium sized nineteenth century french slash industrial house, with an Aston Martin and a library with two thousand leather bound classics. Well actually I could wish for a lot more than that, but we'll leave it there and go on to say that I'm not really a man of simple tastes. But either way, there is a good reason tonight that I'm posting at three in the morning; I am temporarily released from my Lenten obligations, which means I have to listen to as much music as possible before twelve at sunday night. Daily life without music is like living without colors for me; a good deal of the beauty and liveliness of the day is gone for me. So for those of you who are also offering up something random, I hope you are enjoying your temporary dispensation as well.
Happy Sunday!
Gerald Middleton
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