It is night again here. Chirping and buzzing fill my consciousness as I sit here and type—spending my time online rather than going off and finding something more productive (?) to do. Just sitting here and listening to this night, wondering about things.
Restless sleep would await me, if I hadn’t been dropping so deeply down that well recently. Slide down into that blissful world that has, as of late, had odd visions of television shows dancing through my head. I’m not certain what Gilmore Girls or Gossip Girl has to do with anything, but my own bizarre versions have played out recently in the deepness of the night.
Perhaps I don’t need to watch television at all. I really don’t watch it all that much anyways. Who needs television anymore when all one has to do is slip into sleep and watch rewritten versions of CW programming playing out in one’s head. Well, perhaps that would be CW and the late WB.
Odd that this symphony that I hear now won’t make its way into the tapestry woven by my sleeping mind. Or, tonight, will it? Now that I am thinking of it, will it join my journey through dreamland?