nocturnus

Alright, really didn't wanna leave that rant on my journal for two days.

Dropped by Camp Chaos for a while, last night (sun) to get something. I'd forgotten how funny "Napster Bad" is lol.

"...you'll be some fat greasy tattooed bastard's buttery cornhole!"

So let's see...I went from 6pm Thursday night to 7am Saturday morning without any sleep, and when next I lay my head down I will have gone from 6pm Saturday night to probably 7am or so, Monday morning, illnay eepslay.

So out of 85 hours in that span, I was awake for 74 of them.

I haven't pulled that shit in a while. Let me just say, it's getting harder to pull off than it was when I was, say 16-18. Not just the age difference...mostly it's the lifestyle difference. There's more to do now in those hours I'm up, as opposed to having an hour or two here and there that I really couldn't afford to sleep because it would just make me worthless, but I had nothing to do. No, the last few days I've been all over the fucking countryside.

But anyway I'm not really complaining. It will be damn good to lay down again.

We jam for the first time with the potential new drummer on Tuesday. Matt and I are quite enthused that this guy will be the new drummer for Tunghook. A little too enthused, I fear. I'm not accustomed to getting my hopes up this high. I'm just so damn anxious to be out on a stage again.

As I sit here thinking about a few things, the sleep dep seems to be getting to me. Thinking of things I shouldn't be...of people I shouldn't be.

Carpe Noctem