One of those Nights

You know the nights.

You've had a busy day - a busy week - a busy month. But at this very moment the house is silent and your mind begins to wander, not somberly into sleep, but instead it begins to race. And your mind decides that tonight's the night to sort it all out, to get all the ducks lined in a row. You can't seem to concentrate - can't focus - on one thing for more than a minute. It hops around:

The girl. Friends. Obligations. The girl. Secrets. Work. The girl. School. The same fucking girl.

You laugh at the fact that while your mind tries to sort and arrange the events of yesteryears and the goals for tomorrows you avoid precious slumber time that would help you accomplish those goals. Eventually you decide, carpe noctem, but you get up and suddenly feel drowsy. Usually, the sun hits the horizon and you hit the hay.

Some times you write down your thoughts.
And think about that girl.