There is a certain something about bedroom floors and boomboxes that makes me sleepy.


I am desperately trying to get everything clean in preparation for the apartment switching extravaganza that i’m hurtling towards in a matter of weeks. This includes doing laundry, doing dishes, throwing out food i don’t intend to eat, ordering my cds, and cleaning out my hard drive. I think the latter is more of a metaphorical act; i spend the majority of my time on the computer, so having an orderly hard drive would somehow have an effect on the rest of my life.

Right.

I hardly ever download mp3s of artists and albums i don’t own, but i am occasionally given them by friends to listen to, which is pretty much the same as being handed a mix tape. As a results, i have something like 50 megabytes of random mp3s on my computer – not enough to warrant a housecleaning. However, i am somewhat of a packrat when it comes to tracking down live rare music by Tori Amos and Ani DiFranco, and between the two of them combined it turned out that i had exactly 1.5 gigabytes of digital music. So, yesterday’s project became: back it all up! Not only would that leave me with lots of room to finally mix the best-of disc for 25/24, but it would make all of my hundreds of Ani/Tori songs incredibly portable from one computer to the next, which isn’t such a bad thing. So, i popped in an extra-density cd-r, told my computer to test and then create (because backing up 700megs of Ani is a pretty serious endeavor), and i adjourned to my room so i wouldn’t be tempted to use the computer while it was burning the disc.

Into the boombox went Whatever and Ever Amen, onto the floor went my giant-size lounge-pillow and my sleeping bag, and i was out like a light before the end of “Brick.” The funny thing is, i had just woken up about 6 hours previous, but i still managed to squeeze in a full 12 hours of sleep … not waking up until just a half hour ago so that i could have clean clothes to wear to work.

So, for future reference, the best way to get me unconscious is to put on a cd with intricate guitar or piano for me to follow, hand me a pillow and a blanket, and leave me alone for twenty minutes. Works like a charm, as long as my guitar isn’t handy.