I'm not afraid to fall; it means I've climbed up high.

Woo hoo! I got mused last night! @.@ So there I was, couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs and started...writing. It was just one of those nights where you wanna go downstairs and beat a video game, or play DDR or something. Too bad everyone's sleeping so you can't play DDR. Honestly, though, I love nights like these, so long as we don't have school the next day. I can just see it now:
"Why you so tired today?"
"Oh, sorry, I was mused last night."
I mean, half the people in my school probably don't have the slightest of what a muse even is. Ever read The Odyssey, kids? or even ShutterBox?To me, that probably provides the clearest view of muses. I kind of like the thought that the dead are guiding us. It almost sounds like the ancestor worship of ancient China, though.
But more on the note of being mused: It only happens for me at night. Then I just have to write. One time, I swear, one had me and it wouldn't let me go to sleep until I finshed writing a book. Weird, huh? Or am I just crazy?
Nah, it had to be all the caffiene before bed. But I don't mind!