Four minutes past two on a monday morning. I find that I think better at night - or, to be precise, in the early hours of the day. Not more clearly, I should point out. If anything, it's quite the opposite; I think less clearly, and I seem to allow my mind to wander off at tangents and around corners far more easilly.

Back when I used to write on a semi-professional basis I would always do my best work at this time. It was when I'd have my best ideas, come up with my funniest jokes, weave non-sequiturs most easilly into the ongoing text. As a cartoonist I was thinking at a premium in these ungodly hours too.

I wonder if there's any reasonable basis for me feeling this way? Perhaps it's the simple matter of the bits of the world directly surrounding me having gone to sleep, leaving me to think in peace, but I'd like to think that there's more to it than that. I'd like to think that as I become more tired and less firmly grounded in the waking world I also become more inventive. I don't know, perhaps I'm just pissing in the wind.

Either way, blogging whilst tired certainly makes typing more interesting.