May 16, 2007

Who Needs Sleep?

Nights are lousy these days. What with my wife getting up constantly with cramps, swelling, hunger pangs, and a baby camping out on her bladder, I might as well be pregnant as well. We had a bit of a storm here last night as well, although all it really did was blow stuff around and look really ominous. Everyone at the office was freaked out because the power went off for about 2.2 seconds. They were all on their cell phones, I'm guessing arranging rides from their spouses to pick them up (I'm still trying to make sense of that), and as I started walking out, I got the obvious stated to me more than twice. "There's a tornado!" First of all, there was a tornado watch, which means there had been reports of tornado sightings, not that a tornado was on its way or even likely. Second, if there is a tornado on its way, why are we all standing around waiting for it? When I left yesterday at 5:15, the only visible signs of a storm were the dark, brooding storm clouds, dust spinning in circles, and some fairly strong wind gusts. I could visibly see it getting worse as I walked to my car. What was everyone waiting for...a tornado?? I'd rather be at home than stranded at work in a storm, but that's just me. Anyway, that was my evening. So, needless to say, my walk got cancelled. Maybe tonight. Maybe not. Who knows.
So I'm becoming more and more intrigued lately with Yume Bitsu's The Golden Vessyl Of Sound, and find myself wanting to hear more. This is a general trend with me; I will discover an artist, give them a good couple of days worth of listens, then shelf them and forget about them until a month, maybe two months, maybe longer, rolls by and I rediscover and finally begin to accumulate interest in them. Why is this? It's because life is reciprocal. What goes around comes around, continuously. Life is a circuit, so naturally, everything is governed by that same principal. It's fun to see it in action in my life, but that's just me. I notice those things. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else thinks at all like me, but then at the same time, I can't even imagine that. That would be incredible, because I think about alot of strange, unnecessary things, and sometimes it even scares me, but you know what...the human mind has a mind of its own; my subconscious seems to have quite the imagination.
So back to the beginning...who needs sleep when you're constantly pouring over your every thought, picking it to its barest of bare bones?
I'm tired today.
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