holiday?

My friends, before I take leave of my senses I am taking a vacation from that rolling insane asylum called work. I don't get paid for any time away therefore this is not a vacation in the ordinary sense, but merely a time of relaxation and quiet reflection.
I was able to attend a concert in New York on Tuesday night but that will be the extent of any travels this time around [I'd still like to get away sometime in Autumn for a few days]
And so here I lye awake. Again. In the middle of night mind racing, chasing ideas and getting trapped by those two thieves in the night, worry and regret. The Exorcist is on AMC but I have the sound turned down and only glance occasionally at the screen because that chick is just too scary man and every 12 minutes there's another commercial for penis enlargement.

So, I'll lay here and think about everything and nothing at all and maybe scribble a few ideas or plans to reinvent myself. Later I'll walk around the apartment, look out the window for a while. I might sleep before its light, that'd be wicked outta sight.

Drunks and losers,
Dwarves with limps,
Flos and ho's and one eyed pimps
Down the alleyway they creep.
They're all your friends when you can't sleep.
Come with me and you will see.
A late-night-freak-show-Jubilee!
Kick the Sandman in his sack;
Stay up late - Insomniac!
[theme song from Dave Attell Show]

At the very least I don't have to work for the next 3 days and that's good because like Miller says "the more you drive the less intelligent you are."