This is why I keep the laptop on at night, logged in. I was laying in bed, face down in the pillow - completely and utterly unable to sleep. It was one of those nights where every little sound and speck of light is amplified to crystal clarity. Light I have under control, but every car whizzing by on the turnpike, the cycling of the A/C and compressor, the laptop humming under the bed, the crickets, the frogs, the fridge in the kitchen cycling even! Every sound registers, and gets analyzed. Each passing car, each frog's croak. I can picture my entire surroundings, and place each and every sound in its place. Having rained recently, the turnpike is especially loud, both because the air carries the sound better, but also because of the wet road. I can see the wet road, I can see the rain. People may think that it would always be better to lose their hearing over sight if one had to go - but I can see very well with my ears. Very odd, since they don't work very well in the range of human speech. But anyway... I hear my computer beep - I am receiving an IM. It is AnnMarie. She has had a particularly bad day, and wanted to talk about it. This is why I leave myself logged in at night. Talks like this are way more important than just about anything else I can think of. Sleep, money, whatever. That is why I do it. Do not be afraid to call/IM me at any hour if you need to talk.

   She just wanted to talk about how her day went, and that she was upset about how something turned out. But it started to get a little deeper than that. At one point, I almost scared her off because it was getting a little too deep, but I am glad I talked her into staying - I don't like to leave her off like that, leaving more confused than before... So we kept talking and things calmed down. She was not feeling too good tonight. She had also mentioned having felt a loss when I told her earlier that I had fallen in love again. I had to remind her of a simple, yet interesting concept of love - it never dies. While circumstances may change, and people may act differently, love does not die. She had thought she lost my love. Sorry, that can never happen. It takes a lot to destroy it, but it can not whithter away. This made her feel better. And it made me feel better. Sometimes a little chat in the middle of the night can mean so much.