I can’t remember when I actually got a decent night’s sleep. Lately—and lately has been weeks—I keep waking up at night, usually every hour. If I’m lucky, it’s every two hours.
Around five or six, I usually say out loud “Fuck it,” and just get out of bed. Drinking coffee helps wake me up. About a year and a half ago, I tried to give up coffee. What a stupid idea that was. Lately without coffee, I would have no personality at all.
I think that’s a David Letterman line.
Why can’t I sleep at night? I don’t know. That’s a lie, of course. A person always knows the reason for this. I just don’t feel like sharing.
People who have read me over the years have told me that I share everything. That’s bullshit. I don’t.
My computer is running slow this morning. Back when I was using a typewriter, and that was a while ago, it never ran slow. Sometimes I did.
And while I’m rambling, just let me say this: Bring back carbon paper.
I’ll be taking a nap later today. Lately and sometimes, I take two naps.
You know what? Lately, I’ve been hating lately.