come here often?

ok, for years now i've stood by and watched wistfully as people jumped on the blogwagon. not that i wasn't technically saavy, but i'm still more comfortable on paper. old, dog-eared notebooks. napkins from a restaurant that encouraged inspired scribbles. plus you can't fit the dell on the nightstand by the bed for those moments where you're awake enough to know you need to write; awake enough to know if you open your eyes even the slightest, they won't shut again until the following night; but not awake enough to remember any of it in the morning. anyway, these are the circumstances under which i start this, my blog. it has quite possibly been the longest week of my life, i'm so tired! and yet i can't seem to let my eyelids grow heavy. so here i sit, multi-tasking, seizing the day (or night, as the case may be), rendering my digital midnight scribblings. i may not remember writing in the morning. this may seem nonsense when i've collected all my senses, and have caught up on sleep. but at least this will be legible.