Below is something that I had written on March 3rd, 2013.
I went to bed around 11 o'clock and plugged into some YouTube videos on my iPhone. It is far too easy to lose track of time and to become lost in the vast maze of suggested videos. I bounced from the most recent posting of the Harlem Shake phenomena to an array of atheist videos and finally concluding my viewing experience with cat failures (videos of kittens crashing into walls during intensely focused play or cats misjudging/miscuing their jump from one location to another). In total, I spent about 2 hours laying in bed mindlessly watching these videos.
After finally pulling the ear buds from my ear holes and placing my iPhone on the night stand I closed my eyes, yawned and rolled onto my right side. Patrick Diddle was curled up into a fur ball on the opposite end of my pillow; I reached to pet him, he stretch and revved up his purr for a couple of seconds and then drifted back into sleep mode. My sleep mode, however, was hard to come by. I tossed and turned for almost an hour, never quite reaching a comfortable position or turning my mind off in order to welcome slumber.
Finally I decided that maybe I should get up and have some orange juice. The light over the stove was my only guide to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and a flood of white light illuminated the side of the refrigerator.
This is the resulting randomness of magnet poetry during the wee hours of any given Sunday morning.
~E
