Waiting Game

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Hello Creeps.

Let me tell you, nothing is more nerve racking than wondering about something that’s been on your mind so damn much. The funding, the music festival…It’s to the point where I’m exhausted and can’t sleep! It’s 6:31AM and I’ve been up since 4:30AM just wondering and pacing. The Jeopardy “Think Music” comes to play.

– Mercy Desdemona ~

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Good Advice From A Sleepy Brain

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Creeps… I haven’t slept yet. So I’m going to share advice — Because that’s always the best time to give advice — when you’re sleep deprived.

Advice:

#1 – It is NOT advisable to look in to peoples windows — It’s not neighborly. Stick with the casserole.

#2 – A pizza box doesn’t protect you from lighting strikes.

#3 – Your younger sibling doesn’t make a good dinner candle.

#4 – Never confuse an old folks home for a mummy museum.

Insomnia – A Pleasant Bitch?

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Insomnia seems to be a pleasant bitch. Sure, it makes you groggy and irritable after awhile. But I’ve had some of the best ideas and productive nights come out of insomnia. I didn’t just sit there and stare at the ceiling or try to count those blasted imaginary sheep. No sir-ee-bob I did not. I simply converted my schedule to be more of a night owl – Not that I wasn’t one anyway – but even more so now.

Some of the best moments of my life so far have come from this sleeping issue. One was taking a random trip around to two different towns looking for frickin tacos at 3AM only to remember it was a MONDAY night instead of a weekend night and getting awesome donuts that tasted so amazing at 4 AM and making the walmart janitor seem like an axe murderer.

Another, was the time I got to my living quarters all situated with my music equipment, writing, photography etc. It was so marvelous and I was soooo proud. But come to find out I’m too tired to enjoy the set up -_- You pleasant bitch insomnia. You do make me rather poetic.

And I’m not talking Nan-tucket poetic. I mean, true poetic. I feel like I could compose a symphony or write a book of poems. And yet, when I feel oh so glorius pen in hand about to touch the paper.. sleep settles in and insomnia wins this round.

 

What the hell was this post about?

I don’t know.

It’s 3 AM.

 

Just mutterings from an idiot.