Wednesday, May 03, 2006
This space between us, where wingless dreams fall earless
I did it, you guys. I knew I shouldn't, but I did it anyway. Even though I've been feeling a bit tired and swung out since returning from vacation, last night was another stirring episode of the beloved long-running series, Mike Insomniac. Over the years, I've come to realize that my best solution to sleeplessness is to go with the flow. Not fight it. Can't sleep? Don't then. Get up. Do quiet things. Start laundry. Pay bills. Go online to read about the joys, sorrows, tears and laughter of my peeps. But no, last night, when I couldn't sleep, when I had that vague feeling that is a peculiar melange of dread, sadness, fatigue and self-pity, I did the unthinkable. I busted open the shrinkwrap on my Brokeback Mountain DVD. Oh yeah. Just the pick-me-up prescription the doctor ordered. Why do I do these things? 3 a.m. self-flagellation, and not the good kind.