Up Late

I'm crouched on a couch in my girlfriend's living room. Trying to be quiet 'cause there's room mates all around. And I'm up late 'cause I can't just sleep on a dime, anymore. Which is good and bad, I think. I mean, I like random moments and all, but one does need a schedule to stay somewhat sane, you know? And this go-to-bed-at-9 PM--Saturday-but-go-to-bed-6 AM-Tuesday shit chucks monkey crap in the gears when it comes to planning something reg'lar every day. But I digress. Her hamster and me are the only ones awake. And he's running like a motherfucker on his little wheel. But whenever I move he stops. I'm trying not to move. 'Cause I figure this is his time. When everyone's asleep, Gramps gets the whole room to himself...even though he only needs his cage. And he gets to eat the treats he's stashed away and run like a little blue bugger on his wheel. And I don't want to fuck up his night, you know? Eventually we'll both get tired. I'll crawl back into bed upstairs, and Gramps'll burrow down in his chips and shavings. But for now, I'm just going to hang out on this couch and listen. While Gramps goes to town on his little wheel.


Jim out.