a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese?

It is 3:14am. I do not usually blog when I am unable to sleep, however I have found being awake in the wee small hours of this particular morning, all alone, to be a little more than my sanity can apparently bear. I am recording this stream of consciousness to prove to myself that this is indeed NOT one of those horrifying "dream within a bout of insomnia within a dream."

I awaken an hour and a half ago - startled bolt upright in bed by the realization that I had been singing the chorus to Rihanna's "Umbrella" over & over again in my sleep. I was then startled while getting myself a drink of water by the realization that Rihanna's song "Umbrella" is simply one giant chorus. I was further startled while scrounging around looking for some Tums by hearing myself very clearly and distinctly announce to an empty house "Ou est un Pamplemousse. Je suis le Pamplemousse!" It has been nigh on 17 years since my last French class, but I know without a doubt that that translates to "In the east a grapefruit. I AM the Grapefruit!"

I'm pouring myself some SoCo, turning on my iPod, and praying sanity finds me before dawn.