I feel good, most recently, about befriending Don - a fine dancer and very Paris-like person. I think I feel good, in general, about befriending Paris-like people. It's a good habit to have, as habits go.
If I'm still up in an hour, perhaps I will go off and bake bread. Tsk, this non-sleeping thing. I know I'll pay for it tomorrow by being a proper zombie in the afternoon. Luckily, I don't think I have anything too important scheduled.
Erg. Frustration. I wish I could get my brain to stop racing so I could go to sleep. My dreams have been fitful lately. I wake up excited, heart-pounding, with little memory of whatever it was I dreamt of.
Of course, in the dark like this, I do get a feeling of magic that comes of being awake when most everyone else is asleep. Not quite the same as the moment I wrote about a while ago, but magic nonetheless. Alert. Quickened. Something.
