Probably because it's dark, so not only am I not looking at anything, but nothing can obtrude on my vision, and I'm not listening to anything, and I'm usually not even very tired, so I have nothing better to do than lie there thinking about the concerns of the day, then get up, turn on a light, fumble around for my glasses, find a pen and paper, and write one perfect paragraph after another, then lie down again and get afterthoughts, ad infinitum. Low refractory period, too.
You know those overpriced chocolate oranges you can buy, which, prior to eating, you whack on a flat surface so they break into segments? This is like them, except ten million times better.
Let's see some novel or whatever in this space, Ben.
Posted by: dave zacuto | December 01, 2005 at 11:05 PM
You write perfect paragraphs?
Posted by: bitchphd | December 02, 2005 at 09:07 PM
I've never liked those chocolate oranges.
Posted by: Michael | December 03, 2005 at 10:34 PM