Almost Tired

Here I am again, just tired enough to not want to move but not quite tired enough to sleep. It's kind of the opposite to that state when you just wake up and are still halfway in the world of dreams. I guess this is a good place to blog. Somewhere between consciousness and sleep.

Why am I Still Awake?

Sometimes I wonder why I can't just call it a night like normal people do. I go through my day, do a lot, and by the time bedtime rolls around, I just am not satisfied. There is always so much more to do and see, so much more to say and think about. Perhaps I'll let this blog be a place to just dump my thoughts. Somewhere I can just paste the fragments of my mind onto, and perhaps arrange them into a mosaic. Or it could end up just a random splattering of thoughts. But isn't that what abstract art is anyway? So here I am writing when I should be sleeping, because that's just what I do.