52/367: Sleepy Schlep

It seems to be this time of day a lot anymore. I wake up near midnight and have to try to get my sleep-addled brain to work well enough to get my ass up, take a leak, pour a cup of orange juice, and get the computer working so I can post a brief journal entry before tomorrow comes crashing down on my head. Minimal wakefulness prevents all but the shallowest and most trivial thoughts.

But then that makes the best excuse, since my thoughts are rarely anything but shallow and trivial anymore. Maybe my subconscious knows what it's doing. Too bad that can't balance out the imbecility of my consciousness, but at least it's a disguise of sorts. I'm bearding for myself. Now that I think about it, that's pretty clever. Too bad clever is just TEMU smart.

Crap, what am I going to do for midnight breakfast?