I fell asleep sometime between the last vignette of Futurama and the beginning of Malcom in the Middle, mostly because i wasn’t especially interested in the squawing of the FOX network or the pointless Eagles game. So, i wound up in bed with headphones on seeing if i could figure out the chords to every song on This Way before Jewel found her way through the second repletion of a chorus (and was largely succeeding). Eventually this dissolved into my half-heartedly fretting a C-chord on my electric guitar while lying flat on my back in bed with Jewel cooing something in my ear. And then there was sleep, desperate clinging sleep during which i subconsciously decided that a nap would be deadly for my daily schedule, and so i had to turn a two-hour rest of the eyes into an all-nighter.
Nine hours later, lying huddled underneath two blankets trying my best to keep my eyes shut against the incessant glow of my monitor, it suddenly occurred to me: why bother? I’ve become a stickler for sleep recently, trying to get back onto the steady schedule i had last semester, but no amount of benadryll and warm milk is going to change the fact that i like to stay up very late and wake up early — which typically involves a nap somewhere in the middle. A quick foray into the kitchen for left-over pizza suddenly turned into an hour-long cruise of my favourite weblogs, and now i’m up and wired for a day free of academic offerings; all i have to do is look handsome around six to attract the attention of certain people at rehearsal. So, i should just Let It Be because i can … because i don’t have anything to do today until past sunset, and i can nap plenty of times between now and then.