At some point over the last few years I reached the age at which I began waking up in the middle of every night to take a piss. I don’t know why this happens, or, more specifically, why it happened to me. Maybe as you get older, your body becomes more sensitive to your waste removal urges. Maybe I need less sleep than I used to. Maybe my brain is telling me to stop having the recurring dream where I’m surfing with Randy Newman.
But whatever the reason, I decided that I would use the extra awake time productively. Well, more productively than groggily swaying in front of a toilet that seems a lot smaller than it does during the daytime hours. And that’s only if you consider pointless musings more productive than pissing on the seat.
So that’s where this blog comes from. Why 3:31? That’s what time the clock says about 4 out of the 5 times I wake up. Why Tuesday? Shut up. That’s why.