Another night fled, and I'm wondering why, when the nights have grown longer, they seem as short as in summer. I get wrapped up in things, and time gets away from me. Here I am again, in dawn's chill, unable to account for the hours which have passed.
But, here is something interesting to look at: This post by insomnia offers you a chance to anonymously confess your shame, guilt, or insecurity. A fascinating idea. I posted something. Try and guess which is mine, if you'd like. Fun for the whole LJ family!