1am

So, it's 1am.

I caught myself singing in my sleep.

I think I was singing my name.

And I got up to improvise on the piano. It was a very simple, flowy, repetitive motive that had a Spanish minor flavor to it and morphed subtly into various remote keys. I liked it.

It's 1am.

At least the party next door is over.

Pish. When I used to party it lasted at least until 4 in the morning. Lame.