baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ceiling Last night, the swish of a plant hitting the hardwood floor jostled me out of a mediocre sleep and into 3 am. My cat, taking what she felt was her rightful place on the nightstand, had knocked the plant off of its perch and introduced me to my old friend insomnia. By sunrise, 3 a.m. felt as far away as 1991-and I was stuck in that uncertain purgatory of unfiltered thoughts and curiosities-wondering who else was awake in the world. It would have been nice to have a stranger to talk to. 2:35 p.m. - 2002-06-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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