Burning the midnight oil


It is 2.43 a.m. on my ibook digital clock. This is nothing new; I have been here before. In fact, if I’m honest with myself, I’d say I’m here every damn night. But wait, tonight, I actually felt like The Shoemaker and the Elves, though in a nonsensical way, I am all the characters in the story!

Shoemaker by day and the elves by night, making jewelry to surprise myself in the morning (read: noon) when I wake up and have absolutely no recollection as to what I was doing in the wee hours of the morning. And then I see the bead mess, and as I sit to tidy up, I fall into proper Shoemaker role and start making more jewelry and a bigger mess.

So why go to sleep on a more regular time and deprive myself of this multi-persona? Now, if I could somehow teach myself how to make shoes too, then yes, that would be a story worth telling.