If all goes as planned, in six hours, I’ll be with seven other fella’s, teeing off on the first hole at the Northside disc-(frisbee-)golf course. Two things about that sentence make me nervous: First, I haven’t played disc-golf in over two years. Granted, last time I played, I did really well, but that was probably either luck or the fact that I played a fairly easy course, rather than actual innate skill. Second, that means I have to get up in five hours and that’s not going to be easy. I slept until 1:00 pm today, so if I have to get up at 9 am, then I’ll be getting up about four hours early. That’s no fun. Sure, laugh, poke fun, whatever, but I’m usually very productive when I’m staying up til ridiculous hours of the night–finishing homework, reading, writing music, whatever.

Anyway, all of that aside, it’s time for bed and, as I’ve said before, I’ve never been one to fight sleep when it starts to wrap me up in its fluffy little cloud. I’m not much for enjoying rain, but any time the big cumulus-nimbus sleep clouds start rolling in (sure, go ahead and flash back to fifth grade when you first learned that someone had actually taken the time to name different kinds of clouds, based on their fluffiness), I just sort of tip my head back into my pillow and let my eyelids those big alligator drops pelt me in the face until I’m sleeping soothed and totally paralyzed into forgetting I’m me and dreaming that “awake” exists.

Yeah, I enjoy sleep enough to talk about it in metaphor as though it’s something really grand… because it is.