anamnesiac

couldn’t sleep.

i think the last time i got up this early by choice was sometime during the great depression. to work the fields. or whatever.

scarfed down a grilled chicken salad and one fry too many during spanish class last night, i think, on top of two citron and tonics. i noticed that i spoke spanish better while slightly drunk – or thought i did.

anyway, maybe that last fry is what kept me up. or the fact that i ran out of money three days after payday this month. or the fact that my father is dying. again.

regardless, here i sit.
it’s 5:40 am. do you know where your dreams are?