Sleep, Dark Chocolate, & Music.

Sleep.
I lovelovelove my bed. Yep. I tripled up on that.

Beds=comfort.
Beds=rest.
Beds, thus, entail a form of escape - the R&Rs, peace, security of getting enveloped in something physically while getting enveloped mentally. Taking a trip to the almighty Dream Land.

Maybe I should change the colors at the desk in my apartment. Something that'll help me stay awake, think freely, keep my eyes open to as many things as possible. I wonder what the ideal writing space is for most writers. I wonder where Tina Fey sits, if she faces a window overlooking some gorgeous view of Manhattan while she whips up her creative genius.

It's 9:30 p.m. and I'm ready to hit the hay.

There's a box of See's candies' dark chocolates sitting on the counter of my kitchen. I finally redeemed a gift card I received last Christmas. I also have a bowl of dark chocolates, a bar of chocolate, and some fruit. The bowl started out as a fruit bowl. But events have transpired such that the contents are no longer what they once were. Because now, sometimes, many times, anytime, dark chocolate=love.

I'm sitting in my apartment, grinding out a few story ideas - actually getting some writing done this evening, albeit the time devoted may be little, and the energy level with which it is done may be low, after a long day of work and people and pounding on a treadmill and running errands and cleaning up after dinner.

I close my eyes. I play a bit of Bach. A solo cello suite No. 1 in G Major. It is a sweet sound.

In conclusion, sleep=love. Dark chocolate=love. And music=love.

Maybe I should focus on surrounding myself with these elements that I love, eh?