Happy New Year to all!
Xmas and NYE Jeff and I spent here, in the ol' living/working storefront, with terrible colds. During this time, we have run out of: interesting food, mutually accpted tivo programming, energy.
I found myself, in the last few days, wishing I could keep a thought in my head and applauding myself for understanding I don't have insomnia, but a flipped sleep schedule.
There is a numberless equation somewhere in my mind calculating the increments of tired-at-night, directly decreasing my ability to function, and exponentially, and most importantly so, the ability to get it together to go to bed. The numbers are replaced by accidental eye-stabs, the knocking over of things, and completion of random odd tasks. Right, this is definitely where I, as an artist, trap an idea against something, like, for example, exhaustion, or, say, Midwestern sensibilities.
Note its 7 am.