The period of rest...

[note from moe: my entry on 15/4/2005]

A restful day today had been; i had spent most of the lighted day sleeping away, trying my best to regain any sleep i had lost the night before.It was strange considering most nights at the stroke of midnight i would be out like a light.I did everything i could to invite the sleepiness that i sought but it was fruitless.

A good portion of the time i had spent trying to see if i could repair my computer and that was a fruitless attempt as well.Just as morning peeked upon the horizan... my wakefulness gave way to a slumber that seemed to have lasted all day...

when i had awakened, i was met with a new sensation... boredom. i took a shower and grabbed Selected poems of John keats. The Hyperion was a nice read and it really got my imagination running. So then i had decided to grab a few pieces of paper and just scribble away.