the ballad to paint encrusted fingernails

can't sleep. shocker. not that i've really given it a fair try... truly you should be in bed if you'd like to sleep, hard to have issues with Big Brother Insomnia when you're painting nonsense in your office at 3am listening to the rather interesting music pre-downloaded on your laptop. so i guess i can't complain... Mark Knofpler [5:15 am on the Shangri-La album- go figure.]. still in Jersey [feel like i've been here forever]. been at meetings all day...working all night and somehow tho i'm tired i can't seem to bring myself to sleep... this seems like the only time to be. just be. all day long i'm busy with exploration, responsibility, time and space and my professional/collegial relationships... night is nothing. night is not vacant...but not quite there...an odd form of undefined spirit... especially nights like these...with green fingers leaving Jackson Pollack like potholes on my laptop keys... guess i'll stay up a little longer... to just be.