Ahhh, the sweet return of the circadian rhythm after a brief, but bizarre, respite into the land of unknown pharmaceuticals. I suppose I could always chalk up this past episode to mistaking the identity of the little plastic amber container, but what it truthfully amounts to is mistaken self identity. There is little room for self absorption while reality beckons beyond the bounds of a hyperactive imagination shackled by a frustratingly vapid nature. Sunrise might be cliché, but being awake, lucid and well-meaning is not.
Let’s see how long this optimistic episode lasts. For the sake of those patient with me, hopefully it extends beyond the coffee, the shower and the commute. For the sake of those who lost patience long ago, hopefully a little longer.
:-)
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