Lately I’ve been texting myself in the middle of the night.
Aside from my pillows, blankets, and lamp, I go to bed with two things within my reach—a book and my cell phone.
Most of the day I don’t make any effort to jot down my ideas. It’s only when I’m half asleep, that my ideas are crazy enough and my confidence is limber that I feel compelled to hold on to my thoughts. Of course, it’s also important to realize that I’m on the brink of sleep and will no doubt lose my idea if I don’t record it.
So I reach over, grab my cell and text myself a little note.
Here are some of the things I’m texted to myself:
Jan 30, 12:18 am
Crap as shit.
Jan 30, 8:27 am
Feet up eye down legs up hair down sitting in a rocking chair. fresh horns
Jan 30, 9:59 am
I used to fit in that?
Feb1, 12:14 am
You ever let an itch go? You ever eat all the crust first? You ever pour your sugar in then not stir it?
Feb 2, 12:58 am
Make up words
Feb 2, 1:02 am
Dush
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