You ever wonder why it is you have creative streaks at 3 am? Well, you probably don’t, but seeing as how I’m in the middle of one, I’m up blogging.
My wife jumped out of bed and moved the kid back to his crib after a short “Hey I’m lonely in here can I come snuggle with you for a bit” stint in our bed and complained of bug bites. After of few minutes of hypochondria induced scratching we stripped the sheets and blankets from our bed and tossed them into the washer.
After laying there for a few minutes….*tick tock tick tock*…I started having wild visions so I thought I’d better get up and jot them down in my sketch book. If I fell asleep I might never remember them and some of them are pretty good ideas.
Amazing how what I can’t accomplish in 8 hours of work I can accomplish in 30 minutes in the middle of the night. Only furthers my point I should work from 2-2:30am and get paid for 8 hours. It’s either that or work needs to let me sleep all day and run around in my underwear. Somehow I don’t think they’d be too keen on that idea. The mental imagery is scary enough.