Right now

3:43 am and I’m looking at my phone instead of the sky because ow, my neck.

C’mon, Perseids.  Represent.

Switching from caffeine to meth soon

dancing-grootI have been at work before 7:15 AM every day this week.

Last night, I was up well past midnight monitoring events in Ferguson, MO on Twitter and trying not to let the grief and rage make me lose my goddamn mind.

I have things to say about this.  I’m going to try to not say them here.

The night before, I deliberately woke myself up at 3:00 in the morning so that I could go outside and watch for meteors.  I saw a few, but not really enough to make up at 3 AM a bright idea.

I have not written a word of fiction in weeks and have not been in bed at a reasonable hour in… well, a while.

I am fixing both of those things tonight if it kills me.

And if it kills me, at least I’ll get some sleep.