What incoherent drivel can I muster at 1:30 am (PST)? I've never really been good at the whole "stream of consciousness" style of writing.. I have a hard time just saying what's on my mind. Except for now...a symptom of sleeplessness, perhaps.

Every time I'm struck with this particularly annoying (if generally fleeting) minor malady, I think of the scene in Fight Club, where Ed Norton asks his doctor if one can die from insomnia (well, technically he asks that off-camera, and we join the scene as the doctor sardonically answers "no"). It's always bugged me that the doctor gives incorrect information. One could, in fact, perish from a sustained lack of sleep (from the actual lack of sleep itself, not the ancillary disorders that accompany it). It's science, or something.

But I digress. Can one digress when one doesn't have a point? I think at some juncture I intended to have a point, but whatever it was now escapes me.

I really enjoy Neal Stephenson's books. I'm working my way through Cryptonomicon for the second time. For the uninitiated, this book clocks in at over 1100 pages, and while extremely well written, isn't exactly your standard bathroom reader affair. It weaves together 3 separate storylines (with numerous subplots) on two different timelines, in a way both satisfying, and infuriating. Stephenson has this habit of cutting in between storylines right as the action gets going (in each individual plotline). This may be a sound writing technique, but it's incredibly obnoxious when trying to plow through the book in 15 minute increments.

Wife and son are both doing well, so that's good. I think I'll try to go to bed now. Insert witty parting quip here.