Get up you're asleep at the wheel!
Get up you're asleep at the wheel!
Get up you're asleep at the wheel!
--Bloodhound Gang

For all the right reasons, and with the best of intentions, I haven't been getting enough sleep this week. I know some people can handle 5 hours a night, but I really cannot. I need at least 7-8. And when I repeatedly get less than that, I start to degrade like so much protein left on the benchtop. I start having weepy episodes late at night because I'm tired. You know, we all used to do that when we were 3 and needed a nap. It always takes me by suprise when I act that way now. But once, my dear Alice pointed out that often the evening depressive spells are because she just gets tired. And she is very right!

So tonight, in like five minutes, I'm going to put on my pajamas, do the nightly tooth brushing and face washing ritual, and go to bed. I'll get 7 hours of sleep. Wake up, debate on forking out about 7 bucks for the day and driving in, or riding the bus and not having transportation when the partying starts in the evening. I'm probably going to drive, since I bought 3 NEW CD's whilst at 1/2 price books and Frugal Muse that I'll want to listen to. My new baby additions are:

1. "Stereotype A" by Cibo Matto (ahhh, the lovely ex-Japanese duo I discovered on Jet Set Radio Future! Dreamy and food-oriented)
2. "One Fierce Beercoaster" by Bloodhound Gang (an awesome CD, reminds me of when I used to borrow it from Sam. Fantastic beat and narsty lyrics)
3. "Visual Audio Sensory Theatre" by VAST (One song they actually played on Angel. But really I like it because it makes me feel like I'm waking up in a refurbished loft apartment in the warehouse district. The sun has just gone down and I've been wearing the same clothes for three days. Waay too much metal jewelry that has left pinks imprints on my face. I exit via a window, sliding down the fire escape to my sweet motorcycle, and I zoom off into a night filled with neon lights reflected in oily street puddles. It's this genre that I can just barely taste and even less nearly describe. Leaning towards gothic punk where I can smell the subway stations)

Sadly, none of these CD's are new to me. 1 and 3 I found at the radio station, and had listened to during many a long afternoon of work there. 2 was a borrowed selection from the venerable Sam Ford. Who I still miss. WHERE ARE YOU!!?? Eh, that's what happens to friends sometimes.

Wish me luck in dreamland!