It's 3:11 am.
I have been having a lot of trouble sleeping, lately.
I've given a lot of consideration to the quantity of life/quality of life question in the past couple of years. I lie in bed thinking about it.
I'm a Melancholic, to begin with. (An Optimistic Melancholic, I tell myself.) It's probably not a good idea for me to be posting in the middle of the night.
I saw 2 people from my past, yesterday. Usually I'll just let these past people pass but, yesterday, I spoke to them.
How strange.
How very strange.
I'm rambling (as is my wont).
What's it all about?
As Robert Plant sang, "It really makes me wonder."
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