Turning Circle

5:24pm Awake again, day dusted out, as I suspected. Now quite peppy, but with the feeling of a slide back into sleep certain, but the timing not. Blimey, those sentences look like I haven't woken up at all, the construction of some entity attempting pass as human in an Earth invasion blockbuster. My mind is flooded with ideas, all calling for attention. The idea which sits waiting to break the spin around the circle? The Heath Klondike bar I've got in the freezer. Intellect versus food? Food always wins, though I've thought through exactly why that is. Turning Circle.