Friday, January 25, 2008

The dreaded late night man....

He comes around every once in awhile and insists on playing Guitar Hero III till the wee hours of the morning, and then ignores all pleas for sleep to write a note. Can you believe the nerve? He cooks a sandwich at midnight, knowing full well that it wont bode well with his stomache, and laughs in the face of indigestion.

Nobody really knows where he comes from nor where he goes after making an appearance. He mostly shows up on weekends, but on occasion he'll barge in on a weekday, disrupting the balance between work, sleep, eat, and play. The ramifications of said disruption aren't usually anything more serious than sleep deprivation, but still - late night man should know better.

There was this one time, when he decided it would be a good idea to stay up all night, just for the heck of it, to see what pulling an "all-nighter" would be like. Yeah, it was a dumb idea, and only resulted in an anvil-in-your-face caliber crash at approximately 3:00pm the next day. Instantaneously. No energy. And to top it all off, the next time late night man came around he didn't seem to care about that. He didn't give it a second thought! He wanted to play.

Another thing I've noticed about late night man - for some strange reason his creative faculties seem to be at an unusually high level when his brain is starved for rest. I assume that this is why he insists on writing notes when most people are counting sheep. Maybe it makes for better writing. Maybe late night man is on to something that I haven't picked up on. I need to credit him for that.

But wait...! He's leaving now! Ha! He's gone! And I must go to bed.



1 comment:

  1. Barry I LOVE your blog! You are such a good writer! I think I am going to have you write my life story which will of course be a New York Times Best Seller and we'll split the millions, because afterall, it was my story to begin with, and we can become cat herders!