3:19 a.m. in the afternoon

For me, the night owl, late-night creeper super hero (if you will) it's the late afternoon. Logistically translating into an eight hour sleepdecathon.I don't really miss most of the morning. I miss the morning sunlight. I think, it's the best sunlight of the day. Kinda miss having these things peeps call "purpose" ,"goals," and "orientation."
I mean, how bad can it be? I defeated ennui, which was the least fave of my feelings/moods. It's chill, some would say, to be a numb walking and eating bag of parts. Like a zombie. And, I love zombies. Zombies have a job though and that's to drone aimlessly and eat some brain. Maybe I can be head-zombie bro and drone around getting some head. Perhaps, the larger point I'm excellently eluding to is purpose and destination is important. Whereas, now, I am lost somewhere in or near or around the airport. Going to different places is exciting, yet, nerving in its own way. I've chilled with myself for 22.5 years so I know most of my nuances and the unknown has always been inviting. Kinda miss the wet mornings. A new day promised. It's beautiful but what the fuck happens during the night. The morning is always cool/slightly damp. They, presumably tenured scientist, suggest we sweat, exude liquids through the night maybe the world/universe does a similar night-time sweating activity. I don't miss the tired feeling under your eyes. Your face feeling heavy and every motion is deliberate and must be well-thought to be executed correctly. Makes me wonder if babies go through the same excruciating process for trivial, everyday activities. I also don't miss the walk. The walk through the mire toward the bathroom. If and when I start working the steps leading to my bathroom might do me in. Perchance, unemployment is a subconscious exercise of survival. Well, better not mess with mother, mother evolution that is, that's what Freud always said. Wait not wam-bam thank you mam Freud I meant crazy-boy Darwin. He was quick with a joke or a light if you smoked, his eulogy recollected.\\\