You are what I get when I decide that there's no way I'm going to sleep.
Usually you manifest yourself in the form of Thoughts Of Worry; things completely out of my circle of influence that I do my best to avoid spending copious amounts of time pondering during usual waking hours. Blaugh.
Sometimes you creep up on me on the pages of a really good book that I started reading "to help me fall asleep." I can't remember the last time I finished a book between 6 am and 10 pm.
On a related note, "Just one more episode..." Netflix will kill me someday.
A few weeks ago, you turned into ink from a pen scrawled upon my forearm in the shape of all the lyrics of Blackbird. If I were to get a tattoo... obviously I never will, because I immediately went to the bathroom and spent a good twenty minutes washing you off. But it looked fantastic to my 2 am brain.
Tonight, without me even trying to sleep first, you found yourself in a new bottle of nail polish.
So now, you are this blog. Still waiting for them to dry. Thanks.