...Dia De Los Muertos...
One of my original intentions for living up to the goal of "best 26-year-old" was to write an entry in this every night: I have already mucked that up. However, I missed Tueday night for a good reason: I was asleep.
Perhaps that doesn't carry the proper weight with you, having no understanding of my context - I haven't been sleeping much lately. I lay in bed awake for long hours trying to drift off, I wake up in the middle of dreams in the early hours of the morning, and I toss around for about an hour and a half before my alarm clock goes off, flirting with the idea that if I can just get back to sleep that I'll stay out until the proper time. And this has been going on for some weeks now. So you can imagine how excited I was when, mid-chapter in 1 Samuel 12 (reading for class), I felt like I could not physically keep my eyes open and decided to give up and hit the hay. And I slept well. And it was wonderful.
I suspect that I look at television and computer screens too much during the day and don't do anything strenuous enough to exhaust myself. Fixing this problem/habit, though, would require that I Stop doing the things I love and Start doing things I...well, that I don't prefer.
I'm feeling really good right now; I just came off my best game of Battlefield 1943 EVER. I finally got my 20+ kills in one round stamp, was the top of the server, and all on my least favorite stage (Wake Island, for those playing along at home). I've been listening to vinyl while I play, which I assume puts me more in that WW2 environment...though I don't think they had Hendrix and Pink Floyd back then...their loss.
My FauxAunt Brenda stayed with us over the birthday weekend (between Mom's and mine) and brought me a boat-load of vinyl that I've had the pleasure of flipping through and dusting off (more dusting off to come). Lots of them are things I don't have any particular interest in (lots of Ted Nuggent?), but I've found more gems than I ever have flipping through my family's records: bunches of Chicago, Queen, Pink Floyd, and Jim Croce. Plus a few acts I've wanted to check out but never had the cash or the inspiration, like Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and ELO. And maybe I'll become a Moody Blues fan, because I now have a Ton of their records.
I'm going to focus on doing musical things with a set time each day, and I spent that set time on Monday and Tuesday recording (attempt after attempt) a piano solo I wrote back in my ICC days. I finally got a clean run put together on Tuesday, and I made a "rough final" mp3 today. Most of my music time today was wasted; Dad stayed home sick and happened to pick my music hours to be down here working on the water softener. *Groan* It needs work, yes, and I could have Changed when I was going to work on music, but I did get some mixing done, and playing Carcassonne, while not Specifically musical in nature, does have a lot of elements of...ummm...improvisation?...and ummm...
...I've got nothin'.
Travis from the Gym Class Heroes is sick, and the Heroes have cancelled the rest of their US tour because of it. We were supposed to go see them in Chicago tonight, but they announced yesterday that it wasn't gonna happen. We all got sad, except for my wallet, which is now Not paying Skylar for a ticket, and Not shelling out for a GCH shirt (at least one), and Not spewing its papery guts for a House of Blues shirt. My T-shirt collection and my heart hurt, but Mr. Stingray Skin (compliments of Si) is pleased as punch.
I'll show him, though - With this new-found buying power I'll burn a crater into my pocket so deep he'll Never recover! Bwahahahaha!