Friday, February 8, 2008

Seven Minutes 'til Midnight.

I shouldn't do this to myself. I haven't gotten to sleep before eleven o'clock all week long. I'm worn out. Every inch of my body and mind screams for sleep. And I have only myself to blame.

Why don't I just go to bed like a sensible person? I'm sitting here, typing, when I really just want to sleep, to rest those weary eyes, tormented cortex-ual neurons, aching somatic and skeletal muscles, escape consciousness. Three minutes till tomorrow.

Go to sleep!
Why not?
Who is John Galt? (Ha, ha! I have succeeded in turning this strange tiring narrative into something remotely profound.)

"I do not understand what I do." I'm not doing what I want to do right now. But then again I am.

Good Morning.
Go to sleep!!!
12:03am Saturday, February 9th, Year of Our Lord 2008


Elferkid said...

Who is John Galt?

TruthQuestioner said...

Uh, I'm not quite sure. I've just started reading "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. I'm not going to either recommend or advise against the book because I haven't finished reading it yet.
I have no idea who John Galt is. So far, it seems that the question, "Who is John Galt?", means that the preceeding question is unanswerable.
I am somewhat skeptical whether he actually exists in the story, but I suppose I should wait to make such conjectures until I at least reach the 5th or 6th chapter. ;-)
The better question is:"Who is elferkid?" :)