Thoughts at 4am

Why, oh why, did I sleep until 2pm?

Tomorrow is going to be *special*.
I want to run a marathon.
Dream bigger.
Let's run the Boston Marathon.
I am a long way from that.
Damn. I'm fat.
If I get cancer and start dying, that's going to make training hard(er).
Fuck it. I'm going to do this.
Is this the insomnia version of drunk-expert?
I wonder how this is all going to sound tomorrow.
Either way: BUCKET LIST.
Does showing one's art in a coffee shop when not competing for the priveledge count as showing in a gallery?
Seems like cheating.
A good first step!
Dermatologist in 4 hours.
Am I nervous?
Yes. And no. There's something else there too. Can't put my finger on it.
Hot broth is nice for staving off the midnight/early morning munchies.