friday night/saturday morning.
went out tonight to see a friends band perform. they’re entertaining, but there’s something about standing in an overcrowded, filthy rock club for 2 hours that just leaves me cold. i guess i’m just getting old. time was that i used to stand for hours and hours just to see a band play that i wasn’t even very interested in. and i used to love it. wait a sec, no i didn’t. i just pretended to love it cos it was supposed to be important and i had spent 80% of my net worth on the tickets. now i guess a concert ticket represents a smaller percentage of my net worth, so if a show is terrible and overcrowded i’m free to admit to myself that i’m having a bad time. when i was young i couldn’t admit that to myself cos i had invested so much in the ticket and the experience.
oh well, i enjoyed my friends band, it was just the place and the overcrowding and the 30 minute wait for the bathrooms and the opening band and the etc that were irritating.
and, surprise surprise, the sun is coming up. the day begins and i think about sleep. i probably am way too interested in my sleep schedule, i know that i write about it far too often. in large part that’s due to the fact that i’m dull and i don’t really have all that much else to write about. but i’ll try to stop obsessing about my wacky sleep schedule and write about more interesting things. like monkeys. monkeys are always pretty interesting.
-moby