It is night, and yet as tired as I am, I still withhold sleep. Not everyone is home yet, it always makes sleeping difficult for me. Even certain people who other people claim I do not see as family, if they are not home before bed time I worry about them. There is a tightness in my gut, a slight sickly feeling leaving you wanting to vomit but having no real physical urge to do so.
I am never sure if these feelings are justified at all, however there have definitely been times when my gut urge was spot on completely undeniably justified. This leads to the conundrum of having a complete lack of understanding of when false positives occur.
So this owl will continue the night prowl. There is internet content to be consumed, games to play, and music to delve into.
On a side note, what is it about the lateness of the hour which gives rise to uneasiness. Is it just simply that the common pattern is broken? Is it genuine concern? Perhaps some instinctual urge to protect those you love, even if it is in a slightly controlling manner, wanting them to be home at a certain point. Who knows..
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
First entry - Meaninglessness
During these quiet moments before dawn, the night owl is at their worst. Sleep has inevitable crept up into their mind. Since the night owl invariably has plans diurnally as well this tends to lead to sleep deprivation. This is only bad in the sense that they tend to write things very much like this. Which indeed seems like good idea at the time, however has no real value other then the time spent typing and the time wasted between the point time the night owl is actually interested in going to. For this particular owl he is waiting to go to class. It is not at all that important, but it is expected of this author. The particular lack of sleep of this writer means that simple spellings are incredibly difficult as well as quite a few missed words. However the simple act of typing is rather peaceful and fills the moments with click-clack clatter which is pleasing to these ears.
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