I don't live in Disneyland

Saturday I stayed awake until the sun came up. And not just a little peekaboo up, but until the sun was in it's early morning glory up, when it's almost too bright to fall asleep. The last time I went to bed that late I was 17. Not that there's any issue with raging til sunrise, I just always get kind of panicked when I'm up late enough to watch the sun fall and rise. The moment I see light in the morning some alarm starts whaling in my head that screams BEDTIME BEDTIME. I feel the need to drop whatever task or conversation I'm in the middle of and find the nearest sleeping spot. Like the sirens in Germany sounding for jews, I have to find my cupboard quickly. And once I do it's strictly sleeping. No hanky panky, no pillow talk, no last cigarette. When the sun rises, the bullshit flies out the window.

And so, like a swift swan i flew back to my nest and slept all day Saturday. And when I woke up I had no desire to be around people. You know that feeling, when you're so overbombarded by adventure and good feeling that you feel unmotivated to be around people again. Like, "hey man, last night's fix was enough, i don't wanna become an addict." It's that same attitude that keeps me from ever living downtown. If I lived downtown I don't think I'd enjoy it as much as I do now. It's a nice haven to explore whenever I'm bored or lonely, but if I lived in the center hub of social networking downtown I probably wouldn't think it was fun anymore. I mean. If I lived in Disneyland I probably wouldn't like it that much.