There's something strangely and subtly poignant about being the only one awake; by yourself, the contact list empty, the conversation windows closed. I don't know why, but it seems like it is. Maybe because it doesn't happen very often.
By definition, it's a moment you can't really share, not while it happens anyways. And yet, I'm here, blogging, indulging, broadcasting on my legal pirate radio, wondering if anyone else will ever tune in and hear about it. I imagine that someday, someone might, perhaps while they themselves are alone late at night.
Boy, this just got a bit creepy, didn't it?
Never mind. I'm going to bed. Good night.