When Sleep Won't Come

                                       Can't sleep tonight

                                       Been continually fighting

                                       My intolerance for rest.

                                       But as I curl up under the

                                       Warm sheets and blankets,

                                       With book in hand

                                       And craving some sort of warm liquid,

                                       Train whistle blowing languidly

                                       And fan ticking methodically,

                                       I realize that surely

                                       2:56 is surely the best time to do

                                                               anything.

Excuse me as I go read some Catching Fire.

(real post tomorrow... or today, rather. Promise)