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Insomnia is not the word for it.
Mar. 1st, 2006 11:13 amLast night: Oh what a night this could be - if only I could have someone to share it with.
Coming attendant with a Jeff-voice-in-my-head of Umm, why? Really, all you're doing is wandering around. You're not going anywhere or planning to do anything.
Le sigh. That particular barrier has gone from hashing it out together to all his thoughts on the subject stored for future reference so I never need to discuss it with him... he's told me and demonstrated his answer enough.
Nighttime ramblings are one of the nice things I got from Papa - late late, whether it's just driving around or walking around, just appreciating the world when it's dark and people have gone to bed. So I know well the look of the Berkeley Hills in the moonlight, and the streets of Alameda in the cold air and bright lights of Christmas time. Nighttime hikes along the shore of the bay, when Papa and Mama and I saw Fourth of July fireworks through the fog. And - every few months, I get the thought sometime around 11 or 12 for a night or few that I'm not going to bed, not for inability to sleep but for lack of desire to sleep. Because suddenly there's just so much to see.
Coming attendant with a Jeff-voice-in-my-head of Umm, why? Really, all you're doing is wandering around. You're not going anywhere or planning to do anything.
Le sigh. That particular barrier has gone from hashing it out together to all his thoughts on the subject stored for future reference so I never need to discuss it with him... he's told me and demonstrated his answer enough.
Nighttime ramblings are one of the nice things I got from Papa - late late, whether it's just driving around or walking around, just appreciating the world when it's dark and people have gone to bed. So I know well the look of the Berkeley Hills in the moonlight, and the streets of Alameda in the cold air and bright lights of Christmas time. Nighttime hikes along the shore of the bay, when Papa and Mama and I saw Fourth of July fireworks through the fog. And - every few months, I get the thought sometime around 11 or 12 for a night or few that I'm not going to bed, not for inability to sleep but for lack of desire to sleep. Because suddenly there's just so much to see.
