A Work of Art, Eh?

I am a numb skull.
It's 12:43 on a Thursday night...excuse me, Friday morning, and I have yet to go to sleep.

Isn't it funny how creative buzz is zapping out of control when it should really be settling down, let alone turned off. It's the polar opposite of the right time to be blogging, but I'm wired, and that leads me to my current location - Blogger. Well, really, I'm tucked underneath three, at last, unnecessary layers of sheets, blanket, and comforter...in my bed, in my room.

I am just in one of those moods where I feel like the whole world is at my fingertips. I feel like, if I sleep now, the world will readjust, and I'll lose my opportunity to change it.
Nonetheless, I'm getting off.
I'm about to go ca-put, as is. I can't imagine what a few more sentences will do.
I just thought I owed the 'ol blog a post.
So here she is. A work of art, eh?