Muddleheaded Early Mornings

Early mornings or really really late nights where sleep just doesn't seem to come and the morning creeps up behind you ready to start tomorrow. A cloudy head full of everything imaginable but nothing in particular has blocked the path to sleeping bliss. while waiting for the fog to clear so you can slip off to the land of nod, the clock keeps ticking as the thoughts race faster and faster as if trying to get get to a particular place on a treadmill, they keep going faster and faster without getting anywhere, or in other words everything all at once.