I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'm not sure just why I like going to bed when it's still light out--other than my general tendency to delight in being weird. I guess it's comforting in a way like when you were little and you went to bed while the rest of your family was still up. you know, the security of the rest of the group still being awake and alert to any hazard. how lonely and frightening it was to wake up in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep.

living in the city of course means that no matter when you are up someone else is too. not necessarily in your apartment, but downstairs maybe or across the alley someone will still be making noise as though it were noon. that's one reason I like it even though it's not like I would want to talk to any of these people who are still up--just knowing they are up makes life a little less desolate.

I was going to say more but if I don't rein it in I won't get to bed before dark. good night!