I suppose it�s because I�ve been exceedingly restless lately. My restlessness gets progressively worse each time it comes upon me. And this is the worst yet. I cannot even lay down to sleep to steal a few precious hours of rest and alleviation of monotony. This isn�t a violent, tearing run against the walls restlessness. It�s worse. It�s quieter. It�s gripping my throat and choking me softly. Gently�
But it�s so dreadfully late, or if you prefer, painfully early. I need to try and retire to bed again. Maybe this time sleep will enfold me to her breast. If only, if only�
P.S. Dig my awesome ipod stand!!! (He still needs a name...the man not the ipod. Although I actually haven't named the ipod yet either. Hmmm...)