| The hours I keep are not those I want. They come at me for no reason. I see 2 am, 3 am come and go with only my thoughts to keep me company. My thoughts can be redundant, but just enough until they're clear so that I've solved the world's problems and let my own problems take a coffee break. 7 am and my solutions to the world's problems have faded with the sunrise. My grandiose dreams are no more real than the dream I had of being King Arthur. The dreams and solutions set aside in my head, I go to work to accomplish the unaccomplishable, to hold an intelligent conversation with one person at work. A task greater that figuring the national debt or fixing the hole on the ozone. I don't think I mean that but sometimes my head hurts and I don't understand a damn thing. Why I feel like this or why it hurts so bad. So at 7 am my so called problems are back after what seems like a 15 minute, no cream, no sugar, decaffeinated coffee break.
—J. Dyson
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