As a matter of principle, I don't sleep much. More hours awake = more hours of productivity.
But sometimes, my body rebels against this strategy and just, well, shuts down without asking permission.
Which is what happened last night/this morning, apparently.
Because I remember trying to keep my eyes open for the end of the football game last night and then suddenly it was morning and two hours after I usually wake up and start writing.
I guess I needed it.
The weekend was a little disjointed because Gina was sick with the flu and I spent a good amount of time making sure she was taken care of... although I did pick my spots.
On Friday, after a happy hour at work downtown (or as we call it, "ecstatic hour"), I met up with my friend AJ and we went on a wine tasting/buying mission, finally settling into his South Loop condo to test out our finds and listen to Guided by Voices.
Saturday was spent teaching and caretaking.
Sunday, I met up with Jake and Josh, some old dog park friends I hadn't seen in a long time, at a local pub for some bloody marys and football. We drank, ate, and cheered a fifth straight Bears' victory.
Sunday was also marked by persistent winds of over 30 mph, which managed to blow down a portion of our back fence. I noticed this upon returning from my football-related socializing, and spent an hour or so stumbling around with a large section of wooden fence and cursing as the intermittent gusts mocked my efforts at nailing the offending portion back to its corresponding posts.
But I did finally defeat the inanimate object and to celebrate, I went out and bought a hammer drill. And some groceries.
Anyway, after wading through a dreary Monday, the week is now unfolding before me like a pile of laundry. What? That doesn't even make sense.
We've got rehearsals on Wednesday and Thursday this week, which I think we're all looking forward to quite a bit. A good chance to get more new material together and start to focus in on our future recording project.
As far as Bottle Boy... I think it may be time for a C-section. Actually, the artwork is finally (I think) done, so we really should be only weeks away from delivery. So to speak.
Wow. I think I'm going to go back to bed now.
jbg
1 comment:
really i try the stay up as long as i can and get work done and it never actually works... i think i'm too much of a baby and i can't take the pressure and fall asleep... oh well maybe one day.
what kind of music do you play?
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