The last few days have been exhausting. Days of dreamless sleep followed by mostly non-sleep filled days. I’m not quite sure what’s been happening, but I’ve been falling to sleep later, and later, and later – dawn is a constant bed-time companion. One of those things where I seem to have the option of lying in bed awake, or getting up and DOING sruff – I feel like I’ve wasted enough of my Life simply lying in bed, waiting for unconsciousness. I’ve always hated the “1/3 of your Life sleeping” statistic. It makes sense – but I think I first read it in 321 Contact and the concept haunted me. So, I hate to sleep… and even worse, I hate wasting time TRYING to fall asleep. I’m sure I’ve gone on about this before – but recently it’s been a real problem.
A couple of years ago a friend made the suggestion of counting backwards by threes – but now I’m so good at that that it doesn’t zone me out at all. So, counting backwards by sevens. It’s a lucky number, but it doesn’t seem to work anymore. I just lie there, toss, turn, and stare at the ceiling. I’m worried about my Dad, worried about the new album, wondering about what stuff I’m forgetting… I know I’m forgetting something….
We were in the studio this weekend, and that sort of neccessary schedule keeping seems particularly contrary to my current sleepless condition. Being up till 7, and knowing you’ve got to be getting up to deal with people again at 11.
In any case – the studio sessions are going great. We’ve practically finished seven songs. I hate having to pause to go back on the road, but there doesn’t seem to be any way around it. At least the weather is cooperating. We’ll leave tomorrow for California, PA in almost California-esque weather. I could bring my speedo if I wanted to.
Yeah, that one’s for everyone – go ahead and visualise my pasty fish-white body crammed into tight right bikini bottoms. Look away lest you go MAD! (or blind).
Monday, before heading over to the studio, my Dad had a surprise visitor. A face out my past – it took a couple of seconds to dredge up a name and a place and a story and a face. I think I might have said “holy shit” when I opened the door.
My 5-6th grade science teacher, Mr. Edwards. Can’t think of him as Stan. Funny how those sorts of things die hard. He’s got to be 10 years older than my Father, butis energetic, wired… he retired from teaching elementary school years ago, and now teached motorcycle safety at Prince George’s Community College. He was wearing bright image and flooded my head with rapid-fire words and memories. I wish I’d more conscious. You know – don’t want to run across your grade-school science teacher, at least not the one you REALLY REALLY Loved – and appear to be a dirty musician. Sigh – I wanted to be pretty.
Heather and Amy grinning at each other during Illinois is Overflowing at College Perk on April Fool’s Day.
