I’m lying in my bed. It’s pitch black in here; the light from my iPhone is casting a narrow band of grey light onto the wall behind my head.
The fan that I cannot sleep without is stirring the air and providing the white noise that is probably as necessary for my being able to sleep as the fact that I can not stand trying to sleep when it is hot.
My iPod is softly playing a playlist of music I’ve recently discovered as well as some cherished favorites.
It has been an incredibly long weekend, containing some pretty intense training at work and an early Sunday morning gig.
I should be sleeping. All the elements are in place.
Yet, here I am processing so many thoughts that my brain refuses to comply with my body’s cry for mercy.
How do I get out of this shifty web design project I’ve committed to?
Why do I continue tolerating relationships with people who are dishonest, oblivious, or otherwise giant time-sinks?
When will I finally get to a point in my life where I am totally financially stable and not living pay check to check?
Where should we move? How long do we have?
Why does my bedroom smell like a school locker room?
Why am I laying here in the near darkness tackling my existential crises?
Aren’t there happier thoughts to keep me company in the dark?
What happened to that guy I used to be who was inspired by everything around him?
What happened to that guy that used to inspire songs being written about him?
He’s listening to those songs and feeling nostalgic.
He’s drifting off to sleep while laying in a near perfect darkness.
love to you…
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that was beautiful; i relate.
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“It’s pitch black in here; the light from my iPhone is casting a narrow band of grey light onto the wall behind my head.”
If it’s pitch black there isn’t light from your iPhone. It might be extremely dark, but it’s not pitch black.
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If there wasn’t a “down” time for us to consider ourselves, when EVER would we? Life is too busy, friends are too engaging, work is too demanding and love is too heartbreaking. Those quiet moments are those that remind you that you are alive, and you are in need.
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Nighttime… Jester sleep.
Darkness…. Jester dream.
Daylight…
Hey, jestertunes! Wakeup!
(No lousy housepet chickens were harmed in the making of this comment)
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You have that “Men’s Locker Room” Glad Plug-in, don’t you?
I love you and this post was beautifully honest. You see? You really didn’t need my prompt after all.
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I fail to see the problem with your bedroom smelling like a school locker room… That would actually be a good thing in my book. The rest of it..
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Oh the ponderings of a wayward mind. I spend a good deal of my mind’s free time pondering such things myself.
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Hello – Thanks dear…
Crys – Thank you.
Robguy – The fact that the light from the iPhone was right in my face made everything past it look even blacker than pitch. So there.
Double Agent Girl – I’m ok with a little less down time right now.
Whall – Is this one of those slow-acting comments that I’ll understand in the shower next Wednesday?
Avitable – Yes, apparently it was a mismarked package. I was trying to get “Weightlifter Armpit.”
Hilly – How do you know you didn’t prompt it?
Chris – I’m really sensitive to smell and it’s beginning to affect my dreams. Not necessarily in a good way. I wasn’t very good at Gym. Shocking, I know.
Gooster – We should get together talk, and drink. A lot.
Drinking makes me slutty and a bit aggressive…. your call. LOL
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This was simple and lovely and so very relatable. Now stop thinking so damn much and clean your room.
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((hug))
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You mean there’s another way to live besides homeless in a motel or paycheck to paycheck? How did I not know that?
You know, I think about you a lot. Some of it is probably driven by the fact that I’m homesick a lot although I would never go home again to live.
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Awww, my baby worries too much! You’ve had TWO songs written about you! That’s way more than most people =) You’ll always inspire me! XO
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You want a Klonopin?
Jester dear, it smells like a locker room in there because there are boys living in there and boys are stinky. but don’t feel hurt because rollergirls are stinky-er sometimes. For some reason my kitchen smells like beer. I don’t drink beer.
I hate those nights. When I can’t sleep because I am thinking. I get really upset with myself and remind me that “There’s nothing I can do about that right now” but it doesn’t help.
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What a great post, loved the writing style, very Steinbeck. Unusually emotive.
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