When's the Ides again? 15th?

Clearly, I haven't been paying attention to Julius Caesar lately. No, really. How'd it get to be March already?

Memes and all that nonsense aside, how's everybody? I've been a little bit hibernating since my weekend in the woods, mostly because I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep since last week sometime. The woods and the mountains were lovely and invigorating and I got more exercise hiking around and back and forth than in forever, but I was restless and not sleeping well, either Friday or Saturday night and Saturday night, when I decided to lie down at 7:45, I knew there was something wrong with me. I'm not an early-to-bed person at all. Ever. Never have been. I mean, I love sleeping and I love dreaming (I especially love dreaming), but I wasn't loving the dreams I kept having on Saturday night. As so often happens with our massage class up there, on Sunday morning at breakfast I heard lots of people talking about having had terrible or annoying or frustrating or just plain weird dreams on Saturday night. See, the place is kind of haunted. And having been going there for the past 6 years with various massage classes, I've come to believe that this is how the haunting manifests up there: Saturday Night Dreamfest. It's like a bad bar-wide plot run on milliways_bar or something.

So I didn't sleep well Friday or Saturday, and then we got back and I was so glad just to be home I stayed up too late Sunday night, and because I've been writing some stwff with lostinapapercup that was too good to stop just because any sensible person would've gone to bed hours earlier, I've also been up too late ever since. Nick Lowe said it: and so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes... but where it's going no one knows. I get into these cycles where I do that, and I get driven to it, and they can be hard to break. Usually after 3 or 4 nights in a row burning the midnight oil (and midnight is being kind), I crash. But I haven't done that yet. I keep looking to Saturday morning for sleeping in.

Random #1: boxelder beetles are a pain in the ass.

Random #2: once you name a stray cat, do you become responsible for its welfare?

Here. Here's a quote, because Bruce Lee was about the world's most amazing person:

On being talented. -- Oftentimes people come up to me and ask, "Bruce, are you really that good?" I say, "Well, if I tell you I'm good, probably you will say I'm boasting, but if I tell you I'm no good, you'll know I'm lying." I have the absolute confidence not to be number two, but then I have enough sense also to realize that there can be no number one.

Random #3: a big round of love to shellebelle93, just because.

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