I say this a fair bit lately. I had 2 hours sleep last night, because I'm working on a show. It's good, it's bad, it's fucking exciting, and it's shared with cool people - no complaints. But not a lot of sleep. More than some on this job, but still.
Some bitch, some moan. Some can't do it. I get that. But I guess I'm oddly OK under no sleep. Too much energy, too much excitement, brain won't shut off, can't stop it, just need to rest, can't, press replay on old memories, relive, repeat (sometimes regret). 1.23am. Nice numbers. Need to be up later tomorrow, can sleep later. Listen to fireworks, listen to the thunder in the distance, miss the colors, spell like an American now. Hate that.
Wake up (sort of). Listen to Japandroids - they've featured a lot lately. Heavy, cool, loud, romantic in a punk way - simple. Love is or it isn't. i dig this band.
Slumber soon. Ideas. Movements. Contemplations. Stay awake. Scribble notes that mean nothing in the morning. Great idea now = dismiss in the morning. But maybe tomorrow I'll look at the pad and say 'Ah-ha. Answer.' Or I'll just stare at the bags under my eyes. Long live up tonight.