I’m sitting in front of my computer. The lights are out. The only illumination I have, outside of some weird ambient light coming through closed blinds and reflective light come out of the basement where I sleep, is the monitor on my laptop. It’s weird, sitting here, looking at the screen thinking, “I’ve got this meeting tomorrow morning and I am wicked tired and I can’t seem to sleep.” Yeah, that’s what I am thinking. Along with a whole list of things that shouldn’t matter one way or another. I mean that. Everything that seems to be going through my mind is practically nonsensical. It has no foundation in what I would term reality, and as a result, it is keeping me awake.
No, I am not going to share specifics. Needless to say, I have to be up and out the door tomorrow morning. I have to be in Salt Lake and by tomorrow night I will be reading through a play with the cast. I am Barnette Lloyd. Get used to it. Not going to change my name, per say, just saying that for the next couple of months one of my alter egos is Barnette Lloyd. Smokingpen is another one, but if you didn’t know that in advance, and you’ve been lurking on the whole reading John’s blog thing for any length of time, well, you’re really not an observant person. I’ve been using smokingpen as a moniker for so many years it’s almost painful. In fact, one of those nonsensical thoughts dealt with when I started reading a specific series of books and what caused me to pick the first title up (when it was brand new) and that was nearly twenty years ago. You never get younger, you do always get older.
Well, just some thoughts, an odd update and whatnot, off to do something else and then try for bed and sleep one more time.