Sunday/Monday quarter past midnight

One of these years, my body might learn that it is supposed to sleep at night--ahh well, let me see, what does that mean if I speak of the me that is myself as being separate from my body? And would that be spiritually, metaphysically, or psychologically?---hmmm, don't know-don't care---anyway listening to one of my favorite albums--Greatest Stories Live by Harry Chapin--lot of good songs, but he had way too many good songs to include on that so somewhere I have a compleat/complete collection, but that also doesn't include them all either--I wonder how many more he would have had if he hadn't been killed in the carwreck before he even reached 39--interrupted so, well, now it's much later now approaching 3 ---hmm, this might be one of the reasons I have an appointment with a sleep doctor on Wednesday--everyone seems to think my sleep patterns, such as they are, are all out of whack--for a while, from the time I closed my eyes, I went directly into REM sleep and would stay in it the entire time I was asleep, sometimes for a short while after I awoke, the dreams were all very vivid and I was so involved in them that I might wake up, continuing the conversation from the dream and fall back asleep, and pick up the dream where it left off--I would even get up, maybe go to the bathroom, and come back to bed and the dream would continue---now it's not quite that bad, I don't dream all the time but when I do dream it's still that vivid and involved---so that causes me among other issues to stay tired all the time----but everyone has their stories, don't they? I used to love to dream, now--well, that's a story for another time. By the way, Bruce Springsteen was a good friend of Harry Chapin's and performed "Remember When the Music" at his memorial concert. So, with that tie in and with the way tonight has gone, I think the song for today is Springfield's "The Hitter"--a great song and equally great poem.