typical.
I used to be invincible to coffee's effects. I'd drink it before bed, and fall right asleep. Now, it's 3:30 or so and I can't sleep. Still, coffee does not "wake me up" in the morning. It makes no difference - I'm always gonna be sleepy and want a nap.
Luckily, my schedule lately has been conducive to this sort of behavior. I don't have a job, but I don't really want one. Right now I'm mostly babysitting, I've dogsat a couple times (I have an ad on craigslist), and hope to nab some students - I have a few leads on that. Gigging seems to be out of the question, as I've had 2 gigs since moving here in as many years. We'll see how this month turns out.
I now live in a house about a block west of UC with Barret (my good friend from college), and a somewhat random guy I also found on craigslist who mostly does his own thing. Since school hasn't started for Barret yet our days consist of sleeping in, going to school to practice, typical shit-talking, eating the same food every day, watching our mysterious free cable, and in the evening I go to hang out with some kids for money.
Oh, but the move sucked. I had to rent a U-Haul to store my stuff overnight since I had to be out of my apartment one day and couldn't be into the house until the next. And what's the worst that could happen? Someone cuts the lock and steals random stuff from the back of the truck, including speakers/subwoofer, my movies, some CDs, some books, the vacuum cleaner, and the thing I'm most sad about, a messenger bag full of old notes, programs, and other such random sentimental things.
Sure, you can just sell like, the stereo stuff and maybe the vacuum cleaner. But I don't think they were expecting to get the Phil Smith trumpet excerpts CD, DVDs my mom made of the Furman marching band, and counterpoint textbooks. And luckily, a few movies and all my Arrested Development seasons survived.
This thing fucked with me in many ways. Right now, I'm still kind of figuring where everything that survived ended up and as I'm not a very organized person, and lose shit ALL the time, it makes the "oh shit where is..." scenario worse because usually you know the thing HAS to turn up.
Today I couldn't find my checkbook and I still haven't. I'm PRETTY sure it made it to the house, but there's no way of knowing, really. And that was what was on my mind, going in circles due to the caffeine when I decided to just get on my computer and the unsecured wireless network that I'm picking up, and update livejournal.
Luckily, my schedule lately has been conducive to this sort of behavior. I don't have a job, but I don't really want one. Right now I'm mostly babysitting, I've dogsat a couple times (I have an ad on craigslist), and hope to nab some students - I have a few leads on that. Gigging seems to be out of the question, as I've had 2 gigs since moving here in as many years. We'll see how this month turns out.
I now live in a house about a block west of UC with Barret (my good friend from college), and a somewhat random guy I also found on craigslist who mostly does his own thing. Since school hasn't started for Barret yet our days consist of sleeping in, going to school to practice, typical shit-talking, eating the same food every day, watching our mysterious free cable, and in the evening I go to hang out with some kids for money.
Oh, but the move sucked. I had to rent a U-Haul to store my stuff overnight since I had to be out of my apartment one day and couldn't be into the house until the next. And what's the worst that could happen? Someone cuts the lock and steals random stuff from the back of the truck, including speakers/subwoofer, my movies, some CDs, some books, the vacuum cleaner, and the thing I'm most sad about, a messenger bag full of old notes, programs, and other such random sentimental things.
Sure, you can just sell like, the stereo stuff and maybe the vacuum cleaner. But I don't think they were expecting to get the Phil Smith trumpet excerpts CD, DVDs my mom made of the Furman marching band, and counterpoint textbooks. And luckily, a few movies and all my Arrested Development seasons survived.
This thing fucked with me in many ways. Right now, I'm still kind of figuring where everything that survived ended up and as I'm not a very organized person, and lose shit ALL the time, it makes the "oh shit where is..." scenario worse because usually you know the thing HAS to turn up.
Today I couldn't find my checkbook and I still haven't. I'm PRETTY sure it made it to the house, but there's no way of knowing, really. And that was what was on my mind, going in circles due to the caffeine when I decided to just get on my computer and the unsecured wireless network that I'm picking up, and update livejournal.