It's going to be a long night...
I'm tired as can be, having awakened at 4:45 am today -- it's now roughly 11:00 pm -- but sleep seems out of the question. I'm listening to Art Bell, who seems to slip a little deeper into paranoia with each new broadcast from his current base in Manila. I know his listeners live for his conspiracy revelations -- especially those long-haul truckers making that endless trek across the Midwest and, for some reason, Canadians -- but he now sounds less entertaining than slightly mad.
Or maybe it's just me.
I dare not fall asleep with the radio still on. There have been times in the past when Bell's show has generated strange dreams. Much better to have no dreams tonight, whether born of what I hear on the radio or other sources.
But for now, I'm far from sleep, and odd old Art is my only companion. Art, his guests and callers, that is. A strange crowd, we are.
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