insomnia
Climbing into bed at a relatively early 0048 this morning, I could do little other than drift fitfully between wakefulness and a semi-conscious dozing, looking at my watch every here and again to see the hours ticking by slower than ever. I gave up at around 0400, and stared at the ceiling, fingers gently massaging scalp, and thought about me.
In these twenty three years, I haven't done anything to leave my mark upon the planet, though there are a couple of trees in the rainforests of the world that bear my unobtrusive signature, effectively lost forever, but what I realise is that I really don't care to do so in any case. I've done alright for myself, and maybe even a little something for those who are bound permanently to me by life's tether, and I'm happy with that. It feels... nice.
Do me a favour and smile today.
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You've left a tremendous mark on me, my friend, and affected me in so many wonderful ways. I say thank you, and smile contentedly as I do so :).
Likewise.
And shouldn't that be twenty four years?
Ah, most unexpected a visit, my man in Monterrey; thank you. And to you, Matt, you cunt :D
Since I'm going to be pedantic, I don't turn 24 until 1033 San Francisco time, which is 1833 here, so no, bug off!
What kind of pedant rounds 23.999 *down*?
One who hadn't intended to implicate the day of his birth as being anywhere at hand.
Denial is very becoming. I have a friend who's celebrated her 25th birthday 7 years going now. :)
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday, dear Stairs.
Happy birthday to you.
(And many more.)
Thank you, guys :)
Congrats! Being of a similar age, I find I now have to perform mental arithmetic when assaulted with the question, "How old are you?"