  Ahh, yes, nothing like a pre-dawn swim, unless, well, it's in the ocean, and there's some sweet waves, and a few jellyfish to fling at friends. Anyways, a good way to start/end a day. Saw a doctor yesterday at the community clinic, and it was my family doctor. I've nto seen her in months, so it was fortunate I got to speak to her. She put me on some sleeping pills to battle the innsomnia. Like I said before, it's two hour naps at the most, and the Doc thinks that my lack of sleep and my anxiety are related.
So, a ten day supply is at my disposal, and we'll see how the edgy lasts. if it does, then i trot on back and try something else. I'm not overly impressed with the idea of pills, but at this point, I've got to give it a go. Man, I started this post thinking I had something to say, but my brain just shut off. So here's another excerpt from years-ago writing. The girl walks in out of the sun.
The shop has maroon carpet; movies fill every available space. The clerk sits at his usual spot, viewing one movie out of the multitude. The two know each other, once knew each other better, but now they no longer speak outside standard social pleasantries. Peering over top of her glasses, over movie shelves, she sees the back of his head, feet resting on a nearby counter. She turns away, browsing through the scores of movies, and trying not to think of the other across the room. People trickle into the medium-sized store, place watched movies on the counter, and exit quickly.
The girl moves hair from her eyes, tucks errant strands behind her ears, curls in and out of movie rows. She makes a selection, places it upon the counter. The clerk pauses his movie. Blue eyes meet glass-clad brown ones. She is the first one to look down. She mutely hands over a bill, takes her change.
Wonders during the exchange why friendships crumble � why this one crumbled. She turns toward the door sun marking a path between the girl and the outside. Then the clerk speaks not a good bye, but an inquiry. She turns, hoping that surprise didn�t register on her face. She answers slowly- he asks another question. The conversation rises.
She doesn�t ask what she wants to, however. Decorum forbids it. The stage is not properly set. The conversation ends with the usual social sterility of a chat exchanged by strangers. The girl and boy stand quietly for a moment. The girl speaks then, reaches out with an invitation for coffee, already knowing the answer.
She wonders as she speaks why it seems that the distance between them stretches even now, making him seem small, and indistinct - a person in the background of a photo. The boy says something. The answer, of course, is a negative. He�s tired, or busy, or some such, the girl can�t quite focus on the reason. They exchange meaningless formal parting language and the girl turns away. She walks on the trail of sunshine and into the blazing afternoon, closing the door carefully behind her.
That reminds me: I need to get new glasses. Been going almost 8 months without them, and I hate the 20/20 squint I've got to do to see things clearly. Our TV is 13 inches. Placed at the foot of the bed, the screen's sorta blurry. Irritating, but not hazardous to my driving or daily activities. Still, I think that's why I've not changed my driver's licence over.
Another reason is I hardly ever drive. And, all the nonsense, paperwork and out-in-publicness is deeply unappealing. Heh. I was just thinking about how vastly uninteresting my life is. Then, I thought: It could be worse - my life could be really interesting. 
