Going with the flow

12am (thereabout) - 3hours before the witching hour and my body springs from its slumber as if programmed to obey some command which had just been initiated. Eyes aflame feeling like grains of sand had been forcefully poured into them, I lay awake, surveying the room with no obvious purpose. Unable to return to my unconscious state of repose, I listen and heed the call of my writer. I don't want to write; I want to sleep - but sleep eludes me like the holy grail has eluding mankind for centuries. Reluctantly I return to the familiar hum of an unfamiliar machine; the familiarity of my therapeutic key strokes and after 15minutes of waiting the damn page refuses to load - tonight there will be to respite from my haunting; no rest for the weary.

What am I suppose to do now? While my writer and I went through the recriminations which has become standard of late I had decided to write a bit about the Christmas celebration (it was more of a Christmas libation) - but with an un-cooperative computer what am I suppose to do. I remember the days not so long ago when I would sit with pen and paper and write down my thoughts - but right now that thought seems some what antiquated; besides which I am in no mood to look for pen and paper at this forsaken hour. So much for that idea; I try reading, but that sucks too; Tell-lie-vision it is.

Side bar - Christmas did not turn out as planned; there was no house to house, I was just to damn tired to move my ass from my parents home; instead after lunch we lazed about and talk shit, while my brother and I drank a bottle of Hennessy - can't remember what my other siblings and relatives were drinking (but I know they drank). I'm having a hard time getting things to work as planned of late, but the alternatives seem to be working just as good so I suppose whatever will be will be.

Ok. I think I have sated the desire of my writer - the sacrificial strokes at the alter of cyberspace; perhaps now I can return to my slumber, with the guidance of the sandman (he better not drop any sand in my eye).

It is likely that this will be the last post for 2009; but you know how my plans go right.