Lights of the Witching Hour

I tried. I tried to get some decent sleep. Kobe, on the other hand, decided it wasn't to be. About two hours ago, the dog broke into my room and stomped the crap out of me, leaving me wide awake and bored. Attempts to return to slumber failed miserably, so what does one do at 2:30 in the morning?

Why, blog about it of course. Aside from the illumination of the monitor from my laptop, I am surrounded by the Lights of the Witching Hour. Some call them computers and routers. The living room resembles scattered remains of a once-great Christmas light show.

I do enjoy the solitude sometimes, though. It is much easier to think about things when completely isolated from society. I've got a pretty clear image of what the rest of my week is going to be like. That image is arduous.

I'm not feeling any more words coming, so I'll keep this entry brief. Maybe I'll go for another one of those in-the-middle-of-the-street walks.