Half past one in the morning, am I stark raving bloody mad?!
I am up in less than five hours, I was tired all this week and all the week before, collapsed out over the weekend and remain feeling like a corpse ejected forcibly from its coffin.
Still, I'm reading rants and checking emails, and eating malt loaf, as if THAT was going to help get me to sleep!
This is terrible, my mid life crisis is composed of snacking in the wee hours and a total lack of Harley Davisons.
I can't sleep! I'm dead tired! I WANT MALT LOAF!!
Oh, I give up.....
And for those overly observant amongst you who may read the time stamp and realize that i actually wrote this one early evening...PEDANTS!! An artist rants about his subject matter when the need strikes....