after one night of peace and rest, it's back to the irritating familiarity of insomnia. despite the lack of sleep, though, there's very little about this time of the morning i don't love - the sound, the air, the smell. the grey light is coming through soon.

good morning, all. i may look a wreck, and be in serious need of a haircut. but i'm wide awake, i have a lapful of snuggling kittens, and i'm living on nicotine and music.



this morning's tune, rightclicksave - Damien Rice - Elephant.