The Never-ending Nonsensical Thoughts that Occur at 2a.m
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
~Robert Frost
The clock has just struck midnight and my night has officially begun. It's just me and my thoughts, and an exhausting stretch lies ahead. My laptop is the only thing willing to stay up with me until, as my hope for sleep officially becomes futile, the dawn breaks through my white linen curtains. Why can't I just make myself go to bed? Why are my shoes refusing to kick themselves off of their cramped feet? Why am I destined to spend night after night in a silent house, ticking away at the laptop, trying to satisfy my lust for sleep with some old-fashioned soul-purging?
