Dear 3am,

It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Sure, we did see each other the other night, but it really was passing compared to tonight….or this morning, rather.  Tonight, something awoke me which triggered my brain to turn on.  Hate it when that happens. I read which usually works, but not tonight – tonight was a night for us to see each other.

I would love to say I have a lot going through my mind. That there are worries or fears keeping me up. But it is not the case.  Seeing you has just made me think about how great the past week has been.  How the last few days in particular, G and I have really been more ourselves than we have been in a long time.  The idea of normal returning is less idea and more reality with each passing day.  Nice seems too weak of a word to use to describe this feeling, yet everything else seems too much.  Nice it is then.

I could go on about other things that have been going right, but none are really keeping me awake. Quite the contrary, they are settling down – helping me feel more even keeled.  And maybe that is the true issue. I’m feeling less stressed than I have in months.  Who knows.

All I do know is that my day has potential of being long. I mean, I went to be at almost midnight, got 2hrs of sleep before I was up again.  Oh well, it is Sunday, the day of rest, right?

Or maybe I just need a chance to get fucked really hard – and fucked with. That always helps me sleep. 🙂

Here’s hoping this doesn’t become a habit!

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  1. I have reached the age where if I’m up at midnight I best be fucking or drinking. Ain’t much else worth the loss of sleep. If insomia’s gonna fuck with you and keep you up anyway, I think drinking alone is sad…so the fucking is a right proper idea!

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