4 AM

In the mornings, tossing and turning and trying to get my poor hips comfortable, I write the most brilliant blog entries. They are insightful, philosophical, poignant. They answer age-old questions of good and evil, love and loss.

I am certain that I will remember them. How could I forget something so earth-shattering?

I fall asleep, confident that here, today, I will have the blog entry that will make you fall to your knees and weep with the joy of sheer insight.

When I wake up, cat meowing in my face for her breakfast, my own tummy grumbling at me to eat my raisin bran Kaishi cereal, the brilliant blog entry is gone and you are left with Fraggles and Pretty in Pink. But there's no way I'm getting out of bed at 4 AM. World Peace will just have to wait for the day I can remember the entry after several hours of dreaming sleep.