Insomnia Log 2

It’s 4 AM where I am, and the ghostly blue light of my phone is keeping my face lit and my eyes strained. I just woke up in the couch. Funny how waking up on the couch is never as rewarding as falling asleep on the couch. I’m subletting a bedroom from my friend, but I’m still falling asleep on the couch. Apparently I did this once and then crawled back to my bed unconsciously, waking up in my bed to think I was never on the couch. It scares me to think about what I do when I sleepwalk.

I’m thinking about just staying up at this point. If I go back to bed, I’ll wake up at noon, and coworkers might not like that. I suppose I could eat, groom, and go to work now, but then I’d arrive two hours earlier than “early”. 4 AM is the rendezvous point for night owls and early birds.

Wilco talks about Bible-black predawn. It exists only at 4 AM. Don’t miss it!

—Art

Insomnia Log 1

I am awake enough at odd hours (odd being 01:00, 03:00, 05:00) that I’m going to start chronicling my thoughts at these times. You may or may not like it.

I used to eat Kashi Heart to Heart cereal every morning with vanilla yogurt. In those days, I sometimes ate that breakfast with the strongest (muscularly) woman I’ve ever met and heard Beyoncé’s Single Ladies over the speakers. I’m eating it right now without any yogurt because yogurt gives me milk tummy these days. We all know milk tummy is a nice placeholder for what really happens.

I remember watching Beast Wars when I was a kid, but I don’t remember liking it very much. It just happened to be on in the mornings. These days, I’d rather sit in silence than watch TV I don’t like, but as a kid, silence was scary. I’m bringing this up because my roommate put on the old Transformers TV show. Transformers’ animation was not fluid, to put it nicely.

I think my old roommates like me more now that I don’t live with them. That’s strange, but acceptable. I saw them at a bar tonight, and they were friendly, even laughing at what I had to say. Maybe it’s easier to get along with people when you know you don’t have to wake up to them.

The dryer is running. It sounds like an ineffective Coinstar machine, or like pennies and golf balls going down a drainpipe, plinking and ticking and tumbling. Clothes are going to come out damp.

I’m going to take a shower soon and put on new clothes as if I had just woken up, but I will have just painted over a tired day with the smell of fresh deodorant. In times like these, I always think, “Eh, I can sleep on the plane.”

I took apart a laptop computer for work. That’s the easy part. Now how do I put it back together?

Aw, man, my coffee is going to get cold. Cold coffee is just dirty water.

Au revoir.

—Art