Insomnia vs. Creativity: Or, the Slow, Sweet Decline
I couldn’t sleep.
Seriously: Me. A can opener. Standing at the sink.
Drinking diabetes never tasted so good.
Why? Because Condensed Milk Is The Best Stuff On Earth.
I figured I had all this energy (high-octane milk will do that to you), I might as well write a blog entry. So much energy, so much brilliance zipping in my brain.
Then this happened:
For 15 minutes, I stared at this. Well, the first 7 minutes was staring. The next 4 minutes was spent trying to keep my eyes, heavy, heavy eyes, open. The next 4 minutes after that, well, I don’t remember. But all of a sudden, 15 minutes had gone by and there it was.