Marc
I am an invisible man. -- from Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
Nashville, Tennessee
One. Tonight took too long to go to sleep. I started work at 6am and finally got to my hotel at 2am. That's an eighteen hour workday. I've decided, instead of going to sleep for three and a half hours, I will do laundry instead so I can sleep at my lady friend's apartment tomorrow morning/early afternoon. Then I will get fitted for my tuxedo. Scoot, please give me a call. I would like to go there with you.
Two. The strange part about tonight is this -- My hotel room phone rang just now. I picked up it up. It was a man asking for another man named Dylan. I told him I was not Dylan. He asked if I was sure. I said I was sure. So you're not Dylan, he asked. No, I replied. Then he apologized and we both hung up. What are the odds that, in all the hundreds of nights I've stayed in hotels, the first and only night someone's accidentally called the wrong room in the middle of the night I happen to be awake?
Three. Maybe 'awake' is too strong a word to use right there. My new Hawaii hoody is in the laundry right now. I can't wait to curl up in it for the plane ride home tomorrow morning. I will be Jack's drooping eyelids. I will not be kind and courteous to my fellow passengers. If I feel like using their shoulder as a headrest, I will get as comfortable as I can. They will be my cushions. My drool will touch their shoulders. All I can think of is sleep.
Four. That and taking a shower. I will do that in a moment. Once my clothes are out of the dryer, I will take a shower. Then I will try to read. Then I will most likely fall asleep. I was reading some old posts last night, and I've realized that I don't dream as much as I used to. Either that, or I don't have the time to post them as much. Of course, when I lived with Matt on North Fell I was always taking naps and it was easy to get up and post what I had been dreaming about. Now, that's not quite so easy. I had a dream, though, while I was driving to Nashville, that I was in a bed. That dream may come true. Maybe not. Hope your night went well.
Up Next: cleaning out the suitcase; folding the clean clothes; and, dozing off for a moment.
Tomorrow: is actually today. Nashville to Chicago. Chicago to Wheaton. Wheaton to sleep. Dream a little dream.
I am an invisible man. -- from Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
Nashville, Tennessee
One. Tonight took too long to go to sleep. I started work at 6am and finally got to my hotel at 2am. That's an eighteen hour workday. I've decided, instead of going to sleep for three and a half hours, I will do laundry instead so I can sleep at my lady friend's apartment tomorrow morning/early afternoon. Then I will get fitted for my tuxedo. Scoot, please give me a call. I would like to go there with you.
Two. The strange part about tonight is this -- My hotel room phone rang just now. I picked up it up. It was a man asking for another man named Dylan. I told him I was not Dylan. He asked if I was sure. I said I was sure. So you're not Dylan, he asked. No, I replied. Then he apologized and we both hung up. What are the odds that, in all the hundreds of nights I've stayed in hotels, the first and only night someone's accidentally called the wrong room in the middle of the night I happen to be awake?
Three. Maybe 'awake' is too strong a word to use right there. My new Hawaii hoody is in the laundry right now. I can't wait to curl up in it for the plane ride home tomorrow morning. I will be Jack's drooping eyelids. I will not be kind and courteous to my fellow passengers. If I feel like using their shoulder as a headrest, I will get as comfortable as I can. They will be my cushions. My drool will touch their shoulders. All I can think of is sleep.
Four. That and taking a shower. I will do that in a moment. Once my clothes are out of the dryer, I will take a shower. Then I will try to read. Then I will most likely fall asleep. I was reading some old posts last night, and I've realized that I don't dream as much as I used to. Either that, or I don't have the time to post them as much. Of course, when I lived with Matt on North Fell I was always taking naps and it was easy to get up and post what I had been dreaming about. Now, that's not quite so easy. I had a dream, though, while I was driving to Nashville, that I was in a bed. That dream may come true. Maybe not. Hope your night went well.
Up Next: cleaning out the suitcase; folding the clean clothes; and, dozing off for a moment.
Tomorrow: is actually today. Nashville to Chicago. Chicago to Wheaton. Wheaton to sleep. Dream a little dream.
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