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[nightkitchen]

At about 3:45, way too close to Leonard Cohen's four in the morning, I started screaming inside my head: WHAT WAS IT? WAS IT THE TEA? THE FUCKING TEA? CAN A GIRL NOT HAVE HER LADY GREY AND A CUPCAKE IN THE EVENING AND STILL GET A DECENT NIGHT'S SLEEP? Then I got out of bed (third time since one ... not that I'd like to be a winner in this contest)

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[emjayne]

I'm similarly afflicted. I'm tempted to post comments in New Zealand communities to find wakeful folks!

[silverspar]

I'm always awake now. I'm having a dvd marathon.

[beeswing]

Now it actually is four, so I better go lie on my bed in martyr-pose and hope that my bedside lamp falls over and knocks me out or something. Just kidding. I am too paranoid to say or write something like that without fearing that it might come true.

There can be no doubt that we will like each other. That is all. :)

[beeswing]

Except, um, hope you didn't get hit on the head. And that you are asleep.

[nightkitchen]

I didn't return a library book recalled yesterday, so it could very well have been a case of bad karma. (yeah right.)

did you actually get hit on the head by your lamp? or am I just misreading this (and being dumb)?

if so: to quote a Scottish friend of mine, you poor wee shite. xo!

[beeswing]

Laydee Gray, I expect. Bad karma doesn't have quite the same caffeine kick, does it? I did not actually get hit on the head by a lamp, but I thought that saying "that is all" sounded like a rather heartless way to sign off, particularly if you had been hit on the head by your lamp in some freaky twist of fate... :P So we are similar in (I hope)

(a) not having been hit in the head by rogue lamps, and
(b) paranoia of the 'careful what you imagine, you might get it' variety!

[sally_spy]

anne sexton has a poem that starts:

So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.

i find myself repeating that line with her intonation. have you ever heard a recording of sexton? if you haven't, you should. all would become clear.

anyway, i don't want to sound insensitive-- those 4 in the morning conversations with the self are no joke-- but this entry made me giggle.
:)

[beeswing]

Oh my god, I just know that this line is going to be stuck in my head the next time I can't sleep.

So it has come to this
insomnia at *checks the clock ever 5 seconds and says the time*

Aaaaaaaahhhh.

[pbfootprints]

maybe you should check your livejournal. maybe someone's commented on it. how about now? hmm... now? i wonder if anyone's posted any amazing stuff on the mcgill classifieds... craigslist? hmm... any email? livejournal friends page?.....

is that photo from esperanza, or is there somewhere with those sugar jars more than 200m from my place?

[nightkitchen]

the photo was taken at esperanza. good eye! and good guess--it could very well be a picture of my own sugar jar.

is this andrew?

[pbfootprints]

it is! good guess yourself! it's the juxtaposition of the sugar and the candle that makes it (1) very recognizable and (2) a very nice image.

and now that you mention the possibility of someone actually having a sugar jar like that in their own home, it sounds like a brilliant idea... our sugar bowl's got more boulders than colorado.