Except to entertain my vanity in a journal (Oi diary, yesterday bleated more cow-ish than goat-ish) and to record my dreams when I wake, I write at night for it is difficult to focus in the light. There is always too many things zooming about. My essay, the one which I am finding so exciting––which does not mean my brother is correct in saying that I have no life, but rather, that which entertains me does not interest him––is not due until next week. However, since I need time to make less grammatical errors in my writings it is best to start early. My thoughts on “being” inspired “On Feelings,” which I shared earlier this week.
Anyway, I have class tonight so it is better I write now than later. But before I go, have you ever wondered what sort you are? I suppose you probably have. Are you more of your preferred self in the day or night? Despite my love for the night, the twilights of sunset always give me the blues where as that of daybreak fills me with a sense of diffused euphoria.
Jane