dear mr. sandman...

omigod. according to the lower right hand corner of my computer screen, it's 5:46 a.m. what am i doing? why aren't i sleeping? i'll tell you why -- because i decided that what i needed this evening was COFFEE. i'm a damn fool. a damn bleary-eyed fool.

i should be tougher than this. i come from coffee drinking people, people who have coffee with breakfast _and_ dinner, people who expect coffee to be strong and no-nonsense, people who sleep at night.

(of course, it probably didn't help that i took a long nap this afternoon. or yesterday afternoon. or whenever it was that i shouldn't have been napping because the rest of the world was awake.)

hey! it's haiku time. the only appropriate activity at hour of notsleepingness is haiku.

first, i'll share a little number that my good friend bryce wrote in the library one night during college:

sitting in the grass
a most holy trinity:
me, myself, and I.

bryce is a real comedian. now he's a lawyer. in texas. the sobering reality is that bryce is actually a very good poet, but the world doesn't seem to have much need these days for poet-lawyers. or lawyer-poets. it's a damn shame.

okay, my turn...

ummmm...

erm...

yeah.

okay, so i'm not much of a haiku poetess right now. i can see the sun coming up. okay, so i can't see the _sun_ coming up, but i can see the sky getting lighter. this is depressing. watching the sunrise is only acceptable on two occasions (that i can think of right now): when watching the sunrise is the goal, and when you're with someone who is such good company that you don't notice that it's time for the sun to wake up. sigh... it seems that i've seen way too many sunrises because some unknown and unwelcome force has made me the unwilling keeper of a allnightlong vigil. more often than not those forces have been: schoolwork, deadlines, anxiety. no fun.

it's kind of amazing how quickly the sky goes from night to day. or dawn. dawn isn't even real. neither is dusk. they're just interstices -- the intervening parties between dark and light. ugh--somewhere therein is my haiku. and therein it will stay.

okay, ENOUGH! i'm going to go get in bed and stare intently at the ceiling for a while, until by sheer strength of will i can impose sleep on my body. so, goodnight.