3 a.m. Eternal

     It's 3am and I'm still awake. I'm tired but I don't want to sleep yet. Like I mentioned in my last post, late nights are the only time I get to myself these days. Which is pretty crazy because my daughter rarely sleeps past 6am no matter how much I try to coax her. I always regret it in the morning, but I am sure to repeat the cycle tomorrow.
     Glancing over at the cover of my people magazine, I am reminded of the recent death of Amy Winehouse. It's a shame such a great talent gone to waste. I'm sorry she's gone, sorry that her family and friends lost someone they cared about. But I feel disgust as well. Disgust that someone could continue to use drugs and alcohol so heavily when they were clearly slowly killing themselves. And I also feel disgusted that someone could continue to smoke two packs of cigarettes a day when they have been diagnosed with emphysema. Worse than anything is the fact that her family and close friends were begging her to get help for years, and she in answer wrote the song "Rehab". Here is a sample of the lyrics
"They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no.
Yes I've been black and when I come back you'll know, know, know.
I ain't got time
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
Just try and make me go to rehab I won't go, go, go." (Listen to it here)

'Nuff said on that subject.

     Back to my late nights, right now I'm sitting in the dark listening to the crickets chirping and other creatures which I can hear but cannot identify. Smelling the fresh air coming in through the open windows. Ever notice how lovely the air smells at this time? I sometimes forget when it's so hot outside during the day and the air is so heavy it almost chokes you. Now if I listen very carefully I can hear a different sound of the night, Shahid snoring away in the bedroom. It sounds terrible from here but somehow I manage to sleep through it every night. 

     It's just starting to rain and now I'm finally feeling sleepy..... I guess its time to go to sleep. Good night everyone....