The good thing about 4:57 AM is that you don't second guess yourself. It's so god damn hard to think of anything in the first place that you have to grab onto those thoughts like emergency oxygen masks, dragging your poor, withered brain around that way.

One of my favorite things to do this late is write musical compositions. The biggest obstacle I seem to face in this arena is awful hesitation over which particular sequence of notes sounds better. Trivial or what? It turns out that ANY sequence of notes is the best sequence. Putting something down at all is a teeny little victory by itself. My accomplishments are composed of the aggregation of these victories, clumped together with time and luck. These accomplishments would have seemed impossible if I had tried to create them with their current state in mind.

Then again, whether or not they have any merit whatsoever isn't that important to me. It was the creation that seemed worthwhile. Yet, it was done in such a fashion that I don't know if I could ever do it again. Maybe as I get older, my brain will calm down more and be able to just spit things out without chewing on them for so long.

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