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Well, I completely failed to sleep last night / this morning. This hasn't happened since the summer.
I'll chalk it up to the long talks with my brother, my mind failing to shut off, and trying to fall asleep on this goddamn couch. Or maybe it's just something about this town. I have spent most of my sleepless nights in Santa Cruz.
Rediscovering old LJ posts after I gave up on slumber was also admittedly distracting. I suppose I could have been whinier back then, but I must have predicted that future Nick wouldn't want to read that shit. The level of banality was already crushing enough. A brief summary: "Hi, I am a college boy with a bike and a computer and a girlfriend. I take phonology classes, and, occasionally, fencing lessons. Sometimes I am sad. Here is {an irrelevant thing, a meme, a quiz, the name "Opeth" repeated six times}. Please validate me." Well, here I am 5½ years later, validating myself because I can't sleep.
This reminds me of a short conversation I had with Jess when we were in Whitby a couple of summers ago. We were walking along up by the whale bones overlooking the harbor, as we had done a couple of years before that, and she turned to me and said something like "I'm glad you're here. It's like the good old days." I laughed. "What good old days?" "I guess they weren't really that good," she replied, "but we still managed to have fun, didn't we?"
I'll chalk it up to the long talks with my brother, my mind failing to shut off, and trying to fall asleep on this goddamn couch. Or maybe it's just something about this town. I have spent most of my sleepless nights in Santa Cruz.
Rediscovering old LJ posts after I gave up on slumber was also admittedly distracting. I suppose I could have been whinier back then, but I must have predicted that future Nick wouldn't want to read that shit. The level of banality was already crushing enough. A brief summary: "Hi, I am a college boy with a bike and a computer and a girlfriend. I take phonology classes, and, occasionally, fencing lessons. Sometimes I am sad. Here is {an irrelevant thing, a meme, a quiz, the name "Opeth" repeated six times}. Please validate me." Well, here I am 5½ years later, validating myself because I can't sleep.
This reminds me of a short conversation I had with Jess when we were in Whitby a couple of summers ago. We were walking along up by the whale bones overlooking the harbor, as we had done a couple of years before that, and she turned to me and said something like "I'm glad you're here. It's like the good old days." I laughed. "What good old days?" "I guess they weren't really that good," she replied, "but we still managed to have fun, didn't we?"