Sometimes when I’m up late with insomnia

Sometimes when I’m up late with insomnia, scrolling through social media to whittle away at time, a post like this one goes by and I stop and wonder, Why is this pasta not perfect for the weekend too? What makes it weeknight pasta? What is the meaning of being alive? Is there an afterlife? And will this pasta be perfect to eat on weekends there, maybe?

13 thoughts on “Sometimes when I’m up late with insomnia

    1. I once considered writing a story called Paranormal Donuts. Maybe there’s a potential themed anthology centered around the supernatural and food.

  1. “Sometimes when I’m up late with insomnia, scrolling through social media to whittle away at time…” I can relate!

  2. Those are good questions. Am pondering them as I hope to be able to still get some sleep tonight (this morning actually).

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