• My sleep patterns are so screwed. I didn’t go to bed until 4 a.m. after Saturday’s concert. Slept for four hours, woke up with Activ-On withdrawl, went back to sleep at 10 a.m. and didn’t wake until 2 p.m. Sunday night, no sleep until after 4 a.m. I’m tired as hell, but here it is, twenty til 3 a.m., and I’m awake.
  • On the plus side I finished knitting a snood for Kristina’s greyhound and finished reading “Jesus Land”. I’m also relieved the fridge of the last of the Christmas stuffing.
  • What really doesn’t make sense is I had a super relaxing day. I took myself to lunch at Iron Barley – crab cake and beer! Then I spent over an hour browsing the used CDs at Euclid, scoring the one Andrew Bird CD I lacked, a compilation of ’60s girl garage bands, and the issue of Mojo magazine with The Clash on the cover from a few months ago. I never get to do that, and it was pure bliss. I think every CD I’ve owned in the past 16 years has found its way to the used bin.
  • Two late adolescent girls came in, and I overheard them talking about how, as much as they like downloads, there’s just something about having the actual recording in your hands. Hope for the future!
  • Oops. I just got sucked into reading the year-end lists on Euclid’s site. The lack of sleep and whatever is causing it are also causing me to be easily distracted and scatterbrained.
  • I’m not sure when Clara Jane’s coming home. I should probably figure that out.
  • Is it time for my annual solo hotel night yet?
  • It’s 3 a.m. I just turned on an episode of Biography about Freddie Mercury. So much for getting to sleep before 4.
  • Maybe if I stopped obsessing about time, I’d be able to sleep.
  • Where’s the damn nighttime cough syrup?