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15 April 2003
two fourty one am

my mouse has stopped doing it's proper job again.. i tried cleaning it.. maybe i should just buy a new one. some british comedy show is chattering back and forth behind me.. i don't know what music i want. maybe silence is where it is at. i should buy a decent pair of headphones. and sports night on dvd [!!]. and a place to live...

okay.. an hour or so worth of music queued up, hopefully it will last me. i've got a stuffy nose, a throat slowly constricting a scratchy voice and and an equally scratchy cough. a box of kleenex and a few sprays of chloraseptic, cause the robitussin is all gone. it's just you and me, sippy cup. theoretically, i've been asleep for four hours already. at least, it should be the case, and would have been if i hadn't opened my eyes and started wandering. i watched a movie with my dad. what i did after that, i really don't know. i wandered back and forth between rooms restless and up and down for at least a good hour and a half. my room to the living room to the kitchen around the pool table a few times back to my room to the living room and the kitchen.. apparently pacing makes my dad nervous. good to know..

practice was great tonight, for the most part. the actual practice part of it was great fun, certainly one of the most entertaining ones we've had in a while. could have been due in part to the inclusion of david, our piano man. the first night i met david he told me he was a math major and he was trying to learn how to have a sense of humor. he seems like he can be a very nervous person, but articulate.. he's extremely intelligent and his skills as a pianist follow suit. at dennys when he sits and doesn't talk for awhile, he writes out formulas on napkins. i asked him to show to me the most amazing seen thing he'd seen. he told me about a time he was sitting in class, wondering to himself about different time signatures played by musicians in the same song and how to figure out how many measures each would have to play or something, and as he was thinking about it, the teacher wrote [i think] the chinese remainder theory, which showed him how to do exactly that. i may not have been good at math but it was always interesting all the same, and of all the math related things he might have said, that's what it was, and nearly without hesitation.

damn. i'm wordy. and still missing too many in between.. grr.

the point being. david came up and played with us. he is such a unique experience in and of himself that it was entirely refreshing. makes me excited about the kids workshop at the festival. the show friday was fun. oh oh. we went to eat after practice. a man who does taxes named russ (ross?) [who was seriously concerned with our socialpolitical responsibility as comedians] was sitting at another table in the restaurant and overheard us talking loudly and laughing loudly and being ridiculous loudly and was so amused by it he bought us a pitcher of margaritas.

HEY. SARA. HAVE YOU NOTICED LATELY THAT YOU GET ON STAGE EVERY WEEK AND FOR A GOOD PART OF AN HOUR AND A HALF YOU ARE PART OF SOMETHING THAT CAUSES A LARGE ROOM OF PEOPLE TO ROCK BACK AND FORTH WITH LAUGHTER? have you forgotten what that feels like? socrates is right, you know.

some of these songs i chose tonight i haven't listened to in awhile.. i think that's why i picked them. i've been spending time going over dates again.. trying to figure out where i was this time last year.. this is where it started.. both the ending and the beginning. sitting under pink lights on purple walls. in a little corner of the room. starting to listen to music i'd never heard before. starting just barely to wish for irrational things again [hey hey look girl. they aren't so impossible now are they]. today, april is halfway on it's way to becoming may. if this may's flowers are anything like last year's.. sigh.

go'on now