Not exactly insomnia...
Nov. 2nd, 2017 01:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI timed my television-watching just right, happening upon the last out of the seventh game of the World Series just a pitch before the last Dodger batter grounded out. And so the Astros are, for the first time in the franchise's history, The Champs.
The occasion was marked by an individual who felt compelled to drive through our neighborhood with car horn blaring mere minutes after the end of the game. I admire their resolve. Me, I was in the mood to fall asleep, but couldn't.
So here it is, a quarter after one in the morning and while I don't feel all that tired, I'm tired enough to shut down for the night. I spent some time getting to within 5 index cards of my first pass through the episodes of my memoir, in preparation for arranging them into some sort of comprehensible order. Along the way, I ran across some other posts that I should probably consider for the book.
Rack drill, here I come...
The occasion was marked by an individual who felt compelled to drive through our neighborhood with car horn blaring mere minutes after the end of the game. I admire their resolve. Me, I was in the mood to fall asleep, but couldn't.
So here it is, a quarter after one in the morning and while I don't feel all that tired, I'm tired enough to shut down for the night. I spent some time getting to within 5 index cards of my first pass through the episodes of my memoir, in preparation for arranging them into some sort of comprehensible order. Along the way, I ran across some other posts that I should probably consider for the book.
Rack drill, here I come...
