Tonight, as my mistress, Insomnia, settles into my bed, something has occurred to me.

Daytime is just a dress rehearsal. Anything... and I mean anything... worth knowin’ happens at night.

I’ve said that. I’ve believed that. Yet, I’ve never practiced that.

Girls make bad decisions at night. Girls hook up at night. Probably because of insomnia. Probably through a text message. Or a snap.

A-ha!

It is time to take advantage of the late night message. Who knows what might come of it?

Is she fantasizing about you?

Is she fantasizing about me?

Well, she did give me her phone number...

Only one way to find out.

What i'm listening to:

Bad Girl
Madonna
Erotica