insomnia. i can never sleep. i hate it. i have to give up caffeine and see if that helps.
but, tonight, i have to be up in four hours’ time, and i keep thinking about a few things.
i come down to one thing though, in my racing mind.
e=mc2
(its far too late for me to be mucking around with superscript)
but i really like that equation. alot lot. possibly more than i’ve ever liked anything.
somewhere, under this big dark sky, there is a girl sitting in her undies at her laptop contemplating mathematical equations that make no rational sense and yet make perfect sense. that have caused long distance running and a number of refreshing pitstops.
i wish i had a talent that enabled me to draw what im thinking. but all i really have is my imagination, at its incoherent best, and my sunday night routine upon which it rests.
tie that imagination, routine and the notion of tripping myself up via incoherence again, and i still come down to
e=mc2