The past two weeks I have been awake. Constantly. Honestly. Always awake, except during the day when I need to be awake. Peak crash time is around 2 or 3...which are important times if you're a normal, functioning person. I almost fell asleep during the Holst suite at tonight's concert simply because I wasn't playing, only to be awake after returning from the Press Room and watching TV with the boys next door.
It seems that each night, I can't turn off my brain and I get some crazy second wind around midnight or one. I've cut off caffeine after 9, but that doesn't seem to be the issue...I just...think about things.
You know, important things like...why is there always loose change in my bed? Why do the flourescent lights in public buildings and dorms suck so much? Why is every drink containing alcohol that I consume "surprisingly strong?" Does everyone know? What happens after May 17? Why is sleepytime tea the most delicious herbal concoction known to humankind? Why is Warren Zevon so weird? Should I really talk to my doctor about Lunesta? and Why is "Fighting in a Sack" by The Shins the single greatest song to wake up to in the morning?
It's getting old. Twice this week, I was up until 5...finished with work, just wanting people to hang out with. All the reasonable people of the world were sleeping. Lame. I'm trying now to sit in an uncluttered room, sip on some tea and start winding my brain down. I have a hand-written, distinctly more private journal and a really good book waiting for me in my bed.
You know...people give me shit about not wanting to leave Shepherdstown. Nights like tonight, though, draw me back here and make me wish I can be like the other college kids that get sucked into the blackhole of Shepherdstown, W.Va. forever.
Our Wind Symphony concert was tonight. My second to last. Which is sad. It was the student conductor's concert...and Neena closed. I don't know if the little glisten in my eye was out of pride for her rockin' out on the "Emperata" or for one of the last times I'll be in that sort of playing situation. It was a good show...
Afterwards, I went out to the Press Room with a nice group of people. I drank and felt silly. Those drinks were surprisingly and overwhelmingly strong. It was a classy evening with good company in a place where people pretend they know you and treat you like you are great friends. And, when you leave the restaurant, you can just jet across the street, knowing the cars will stop, about 95% of the time, even if you aren't in a cross walk.
It's nice here...and I love it.
Thanksgiving is soon. Break starts tomorrow, but after a weekend of Chipotle and Starbucks dates in Frederick I have to give three 9 to 5's to the Herald-Mail and just hang out here. I'll try to get the soundtracking for my single cam and animation projects banged out on Garage Band and get on that Enterprise story....since the campus will be dead. It's all right though. Home on Wednesday, tryptophan on Thursday, shopping on Friday and Denny's on Saturday.
It'll be okay.
But...damnit...I WANT TO SLEEP. Those Lunesta commericals are really soothing at 3:30 a.m. They picked a good time to advertise...and a cheap timeslot.
Peace in the Middle East
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