S t R e AM # 6 0
I’m rather tired. I’ve got a buddy in town from London and he likes to burn the midnight oil. Come to think of it, all of my friends like to burn the midnight oil. I am not friendly with anybody who likes to go to bed early. I tend to hit the hay early because, most days, I wake up at five ante meridiem. That’s the best time to write – early in the morning. Mind, I do not ENJOY waking up that early, but early is when the muse is freshest. Since Saturday, I’ve been keeping late hours and I haven’t been writing and I haven’t really been sleeping and I have been drinking too much caffeinated crap. I get this “organic” crap from Walgreeds. It’s supposed to have as much caffeine as a cup of coffee and it’s supposed to keep you going for five hours and it’s not supposed to knock you out when it wears off. It works for me – perhaps TOO well. The stuff turns me into a wild and cantankerous flub-meister. I try not to drink the stuff more than once a month. But last Saturday night, I blew up at ...