Art will keep you up at night.

I was lying in bed last night, being given some thought that seemed worth getting up for in order to write down, but I let myself off the hook and remained cozy undercovers. I comforted myself by saying that the worthy thought would be there in the morning and I'd capture it then. Good night, Dane. Then I woke up this morning and the thought wasn't here. I couldn't find it. And now I'll never know what was lost in my slumber, but it could have been something good. It just as well could have been nothing, but it could have been something. But now it's definitely nothing. 

...ramble on...