Certain hours are just more dangerous than others.

Do you know what I mean?

I probably shouldn’t read or respond to texts after midnight.

My thoughts generally aren’t so clear.

But the dangerous part is – that is usually when I think my thoughts are kind of genius thoughts.

That’s when I think I’m hilarious, or endlessly clever or capable of solving All The Problems.

Is anyone else out there an Imaginary Midnight Superstar?  (I’ll have shirts made for us.)

And, if so, how do you cope with that early sunrise?

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