I've insomnia. That's not terribly novel. My circadian rhythm is fairly set to a two AM minimum. But it's 0420 so perhaps sleep just isn't in the cards tonight. A sage once entrusted me with the secret of beating insomnia. Said he: the best way to deal with insomnia is to do some chore you're procrastinating from. He suggested this should work like nuclear-grade Ambien. I don't know if that's true. But I've been drawing for hours and sleep has defied me still.

So if you're up and similarly afflicted let's imagine we're in a metaphor shaped like a twenty-four hour diner. Maybe a Waffle House^\), Denny's, IHOP... so long as it's open at 0420 and we're there reenacting Hopper's Night Hawks. We've had our cups refilled so many times there's been a shift-change we're barely aware of. Because we're just a pair of brains that rubbed together the right way. The flood gates opened and released a conversation better described as a deluge.

We're all over the place. Each conversation seems to spawn twenty more. It's a case study in "Yes...and!". When we finally say "Good night" we really mean: "I've got about twenty more things to tell you, and there are five things we need to circle back to, but we've both got to adult tomorrow". And the attendant "Good Morning" actually means: "You are the first thought in my head this morning... to double back to your comment last night..."

I want to have that conversation with you right now. ( Or tomorrow really, I mean a sleep miracle might happen. )

I'm big and burly, bald and bearded, bespectacled, a blaspheming bi-curious-curious bibliophile. I'm lonely but not alone. I love words, weed, puns, nerdery, atheism, choice, science, and rationality. I never leave a book or stationary store empty handed. The only thing I love better than wonderful movies are wonderfully terrible movies. I'm planning my first tattoo because I've decided the more tattoos someone has the better. I master dungeons (the D&D kind), powerlift, and am presently designing my tattoo.

Please be older than thirty-five and an art-lover.

\ ^{For the record if we are at a metaphorical Waffle House I metaphorically have the metaphorical All-Star and a metaphorical black coffee. Metaphorically.}*