What a Day
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I'm sleepy, but I also have so much on my mind. I need to get at least a little of it out before I go to sleep. Otherwise, I may have a mind full of dreams. And I don't know if they'll all be pleasant.

I know that when the darkness surrounds me in my dreams, it's teaching me something about myself. But, maybe I don't want to learn unless I'm awake. Maybe I just want to dream about riding on the back of a motorcycle with some hunk of a man half my age.

Maybe I'd rather dream of raspberry cake and frosting so vividly that I swear it's sitting right in front of me, the scent so intoxicating that my mouth waters until I just can't stand it any more and so I take a fork and begin devouring it so quickly that I forget to enjoy the taste and texture of the cake and the sweet frosting.

That was a test and I passed. My mouth is now watering, but, I don't really want that kind of cake. Honestly, I don't even know what I want. All I know is sometimes I wish that sleep didn't have to be a healthy part of my life. You see, when I sleep, I feel like I'm wasting my time, but, I know I'm not. Because when I don't sleep, I begin wasting time in my awakened state. I lose the ability to concentrate on anything that is remotely important. And even something that isn't any more important than drinking myself to death.

I wonder if I'm going to remember writing this. Oh, I'm sure I will. I'm only drinking tea. How surprising that the tea isn't keeping me awake, since it has caffeine in it.

Good grief. I didn't want this type of writing to be in my first post here. I was hoping to be more interesting. More profound. Entertaining, even. Oh well. Maybe this will teach me that I'm not good enough to be a published writer.