When the night is short, the day is dittery dithery too.

There was a moment today in an alley, my attention diverted to a man toppling from a unicycle, when I nearly dipped into my own metal led calamity.

My eyes, later on, could not find the letter b (B) on my phone, which is coincidental because I was rereading a book with the word Be significantly in the title at 3am when by rights I should have been asleep.

When are we finally going to organize a charter/manifesto on insomnia?

I propose:

Article 1.

24 hour swimming pools open for those who cannot sleep.

Article 2.

A special hat with cushioned ears for no explainable purpose whatsoever.

Article 3.

Coming soon in the comments section.