Like a twisting nether thing

I wasted another day of my spring break. But at least I don't sleep. I slumber... Merely the edge of sleep. Something almost awake, yet so far away from truely awakfulness. I slumber... Like an elder god or monster from the depths of the world, sea, or imagination. Or as the good Doctor puts it, "like a twisting nether thing". So true. Slumbering is so much better than sleep. For it implies to me at least, the inevitability of a wakefulness. For something slumbering merely lies dormat. It never really goes completely away.

See you tommorow here in anonymityville. I'm loving it here already.