I am still wide awake and it is almost two o’clock in the morning. I have no clue why sleep had eluded me last night, because for the past few months I had been nothing short of narcoleptic, at least figuratively. I had been sleeping at almost the same time every night and enjoying a ten to twelve-hour slumber. Not to mention my afternoon naps.

So why am I still up at this God forsaken hour?

Maybe it is something I ate last night. The thing is, I only had taco soup. I had eaten the dish many times before, and never had any effect on me, or my sleeping pattern.

Maybe it isn’t the food itself, but the quantity I binged on.

Maybe it is the new game I got and I wanted to get ahead already.

Maybe it is the idea that came to me earlier in the evening, which excites me to no end.

Whatever it is, it got me writing here; finally letting y’all know I’m still kickin’.

Hey.