#365DaysOfWriting – Day Sixty-Four
Today I can sleep at a humanly hour.
That’s the thought crossing my mind as I listen to Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game.
Yes, football can be a wicked game, because you can’t sleep before 3:30 AM on big match days. For someone who advocates sleep so much, that is too much.
What I worry about though, is an open brief.
No, I don’t wear briefs when I sleep, it’s the advertising brief I’m referring to. We’ve just received one at work, and I’m afraid I’ll get ideas when I’m asleep. I can’t wake up in the middle of the night to note it down. It’ll all go to waste. PANIC. Not. My subconscious mind has a funny way of reminding me of things the next morning (hopefully).
It’s not been raining much these past few days.
The volume and frequency has slowed down a lot. I guess this is the breather after a flying start – like the rain Gods got to 100/0 in 12 overs, and now it’s just a steady consolation phase. I expect carnage during the latter half of the monsoon’s innings though.
