Sleeping at Damian’s house but lacking the local Damian. I feel guilty about showing up after my host’s bedtime, and getting up after they go to work. I hope he manages to make it home before it’s time for ME to go to work.
Listening to a mix of Jimmie’s Chicken Shack and Fugazi.
I’m having so much trouble sleeping recently. Going to bed steadily at 2-3am, tossing and turning until 5am. I’m seeing dawn from the ass-end frequently nowadays. I waste so much time TRYING for unconsciousness. Working my way to exhaustion? Is that the answer? Typing and tapping till morning, but not sending the emails till a refreshed and awakened rob-mind goes over them. I have to be careful about what I say when I’m tired. I was tired on-stage last night.
There are worse places to lie awake though, Damian’s guest-room has glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. The fact that I’m still awake to see them fade into nothing is only minorly upsetting.
