It's 1:30 in the morning and I can't go to sleep. It's not insomnia, more like stubbornness. I can't seem to let the day end at a reasonable time lately, no matter how badly that weighs on the next day. What is it? There's certainly a precious solitude, everyone's in bed and unable to ask for anything. It's just me and the pretty crickets. The doors are closed, so even if a customer comes down with a nasty case of assholery I can't be bothered. And there's a tinge of unwillingness for what tomorrow might bring, as though I've achieved a certain victory in coming to know this day that I don't want to relinquish. It's a game I'm certain to lose, as my eyes feel thick and blurry. Yawn and goodnight.