09/26/2005: "Recovery"

It turns out there's nothing like 10 hours of sleep and several cups of coffee to really help put a bad weekend behind you. Why was the weekend bad, you ask? Well, I could write about it for pages, (in fact I'd already started to but it didn't seem worth it to complain that much) but I'd rather not remember it in that much detail. I'll just sum up. Basically we went down to visit my sister Sarah in Sacremento this weekend and spent the majority of the time being heavily sleep-deprived and either bored to tears or seriously annoyed. And I hardly even got to talk with my sister at all the entire time. The whole thing was a wash. Although I guess on the plus side I got to play with Sarah's cats and I picked up another DJ Krush record (Krush, which is all jazzy). I think the problem is that when my family goes anywhere they always seem to want to "do something", whereas Lynnea and I are happy to just wander around a bit, hang out in coffee shops, chat, etc. But already I'm remembering the trip more than I want to so I think I'll just drop it with this minor dash of mathematics: Apple Hill == (Bainbridge Island * 1000).

Anyway, so tonight I'm way more full of energy than normal. I'm not sure if it's the caffine, the sleep saturation, or just the autumnal quality of the air outside but I'm feeling, I don't know, like full of creativity or something. I might even write a few songs for the hypothetical pirate band or work on my current short story/novella tonight, who knows. Hmm, but then again for all my energy I actually I don't think I have anything else to blog about at the moment.

Oh but, lest I forget: Happy Birthday Tim!