All I want to do is sleep. I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open. It seems I took a lot out of me at FloydFest, and I don’t know where I’m going to find the time to rest.
Two electric sockets stare at me with startled faces, like the current is being pumped up their rear ends. And I suppose it is. I could do with a charge right now, but that seems a little extreme.
Not so long ago I had so little to do and it was bliss. Now my life is so full that I have a tendency to leave the bliss behind in preference for what comes next. The bliss is here, now; but I am already over there.