Sleep or Veg?

Apparently, veg. For the umpteenth (or at least seventh or eight or so) straight night I nodded off here in front of the TV and then, like clockwork, I didn't. I shall nod a bit, as I often do, and we shall see what shall be as what shall be will be as it is when it is. The brain is torn. Physically, it craves sleep. Intellectually, it craves the intellectual interaction and emotional stimulation. The energy of imagination invigorates my impulses and I consume calories that turn into awakeness (though not always awareness) and so many thoughts and feelings craving sharing and so it goes, who knows.

But first, perhaps, a nap.

Narf :)