Late night ramblings

There is a champagne glass on my nightstand from Christmas Eve.  It looks extremely out of place among all the water cups.  It is emblematic of the kind of lazy, non-productive life I've been leading over break. 

Break has made my circadian rhythm somewhat fucked up, and that is why I am posting at 5 a.m.  I can't sleep.  

The paperboy just delivered the New York Times.  I generally judge the successfulness of my Saturday nights by whether or not I witness the guy delivering the New York Times.   He always comes before the guy delivering the Raleigh paper.   I guess the bigger outfits are more efficient.  You can hardly call them paperboys anymore. It looks like a black guy in an SUV from out my window.   Far cry from my Dad on his bicycle delivering the afternoon paper in Old Saybrook.  Do afternoon papers even exist anymore? Nightly news and the internet seem to have made them obsolete. Must look more into this.  Although being a paperboy has changed some, the same general principle applies.  You have to be able to throw the newspaper into the general vicinity of the lawn.  NYT guy makes a pretty half assed attempt, and it lands nowhere near the house.  It's not even like we have a big front lawn (one of my mother's grievances, among others) I wonder if the "paperboy" wonders why someone is awake at 5 a.m. He's probably thinking, "Why the fuck does someone elect to be awake at this hour?  I wish I could be in bed with my wife."

This post turned out way longer than intended.  Goodnight.