Well, it's been almost 15 days and I'm still on the first page. That's good. I really should be sleeping right now, but I'm not tired anymore. I was tired about an hour ago, when everyone else at the New Years Party I was at started slowing down, and when given the choice between a hard couch and my waterbed, well, the choice was obvious. But then, I listened to The Police on the way home. They're just one of those bands that I can makes me take the long way home just so I can listen to more. Anybody else have bands like that. I think Pink Floyd might qualify, but I left all their cd's at kstate. Too bad. Dark Side of the Moon would've been good tonight. Or Wish You Were Here. Yeah, that would've worked. Or The Wall, or maybe Meddle. Heck, I should just name off their entire catalog. But even more than Pink Floyd, The Police make me want to keep driving. "Roooooxanne, you don't have to put on the red light. Walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right." Or how about "Walking back from your house, walking on the moon. Walking back from your house, walking on the moon. Feet don't hardly touch the ground, walking on the moon. Feet don't hardly make no sound, walking on, walking on the moon." Oh yeah. If the Police were still together, and Bob Marley was still alive, they should do an album together. That would rock beyond all definitions of rockingness.
I just realized I might make it until five am. The post time will be after five, but that's the wrong time zone. I've only got 40 minutes to go. That would be nice. Last New Years I made it until 6 or so, and then only gave in b/c everyone else had. At 6 am, the walls talk. I might've mentioned it before, but oh well. I can sit in the silence (or our defintion of silence in the age of background noises) and listen to all the little creaks and groans of the house. They speak of the fleetingness of a moment, and so many other things. You can hear the inner-most ruminations of the pipes. I once tried to write a poem about that, but I couldn't quite caputre the idea. Someone could, but not I, at that moment. Actually, I wrote two poems on the general idea. One though, was written in the dark and is not really a poem but more of a statement, and a great one at that. But I don't think I'm allowed to say it here. Too bad. It makes me laugh for no apparent reason everytime I read it. Oh well. But it does remind me that writing in the dark is quite liberating. No boundaries to constrict, no nothing. Just pencil and paper that you can't see and thoughts that you can't see. Seems kind of appropriate, doesn't it?
My dog is sitting in her kennel, looking at me, like it's sleep time. But I never see her asleep. I think that dogs do all their sleeping as puppies and then never sleep again in their lives. I've never caught a non-puppie asleep.
And one last thing before I go, just b/c it came to my mind (I wonder if anyone has even made it this far?). Has anyone ever seen the Martin Scorcese movie "Bringing Out the Dead" starring Nicolas Cage? If so, I'd like to know what you think. If not, you should watch it. I personally consider it to be the best movie I've ever seen. Bubye for now.
"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac