It's funny though, cause i could go to sleep now, there is no one up with me, but i am choosing to stay up later. Given, i can sleep in tomorrow, but there is the possibility Mark will cause me to awake sooner than i would have living in my own apartment.
This is both good and bad. I was wondering when this time would come around again.
One definite pro is that i seem to have these flurries of thought late at night when i am near comatose. This always seems odd to me. Not sure if it has something to do with my brain slipping in to processing mode, but it is now when i usually have these brilliant, poetic, lyrical moments. Although you might be sitting there shaking your brain at mine. Perhaps i just believe i am being more brilliant because i am delirious.
I wonder about what my clothing speaks to strangers and friends around me. I found this orangish polo in a box in the garage. It fits nicely. I kind of like having a bright shirt. But i wonder what it says about me. If anything at all. How it pairs with my pants and shoes and hair and says "Hey...make these assumptions about my character."
Could anyone guess i am pondering the philosophical repercussions of a race of humans who make decisions in ill-informed or blatantly ignorant states and so do not realize they are making mistakes because of it and are therefor doomed to repeat them?
Or that i am being struck with a strange new reality of what existence could be and what my life may have in store because of it?
That i fear companionship may never come because of the unique place i find myself in these days?
Could anyone see that in my new Ambercrombie & Fitch muscle polo?
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