(I wrote this past midnight.) By 9:30, it’s like I’ve taken drugs. But I can’t sleep when I’m on my bed. I get random thoughts. For example, how can Voldemort be Harry Potter’s distant relative, how to open up both my vocal chords easily without getting possessed (refer to The Exorcism of Emily Rose) and all sorts of rubbish. Those thoughts help me to write new posts and stories.
It’s hard to write on the bed because I can’t write properly until both my butt-cheeks or on the chair and both my feet on the ground.