63 - peaked

It feels fuzzy, like theres a layer of haze over everything and it feels ultra soft. I feel fuzzy in the head, my eyes havent been fully open. Sleep has not eluded me, I have put sleep on the backburner those nights for... other types of entertainment.

The first night was more of a physical nature as to why sleep was not had, maybe at a later date I shall share the events of that evening. *blush* The second night I started with good intentions (rest and sleep early) and was caught on my way out by someone who shall remain anonymous. Mental stimulation kept me up. This person was a lot of fun to talk to. As much fun as one would have speaking with a stranger and oddly finding something in common. In keeping with our mysterious anonymity, we continued to drop and gather clues. One might not even think some of the things that were said as clues. Time will tell and I will share this journey.

'Vagueness isnt an insult its an art.' I was told . This can certainly be true. I know for myself its true, when I decide to be vague, its an art. There is a certain sense of hide and seek, of show and tell. Its an illusion, you are in control of what you allow the person to know, see or hear. When someone else is being vague towards me :) I am amused at what they are trying to hide, and what their reasons are. Sometimes not even hiding something but witholding information, enjoying the art of a very satisfying, if used properly, language. Doublespeak.

As I always am, curious I follow their lead or was I leading? oh well... it was too good for me to try to figure that out. Id try to have them stumble here and there. All the while amusing us both. At least I hope it was amusing for him. I gathered he was amused. He kept talking to me. Most of the time in doublespeak.

Consider my curiousty peaked.