Sleepless
Somehow, despite my perpetually tired state, I can’t seem to fall asleep. Courtney says this is likely due to my restricted movement; I only leave the house once a day to go to the mailbox. Despite this, my caloric intake is probably somewhat normal. I would have thought that the body would somehow decide for itself, “No, I don’t need these extra snacks.” But I’m still hungry.
As I write this, I’m lying in bed listening to the second side of Jaga Jazzist’s debut album, “A Livingroom Hush.” If you are at all a fan of jazz and haven’t checked these guys out, this disc comes highly recommended. The Norwegian ensemble puts forth a superb effort here, giving us an audio tour of their evening scene, stopping here and there to drop in on friends’ delightful little get-togethers. The only miss for the night is the group’s come-down in the eerie, almost concrète “Cinematic,” but even here you have to concede truth in the analogy: you can’t party forever.
I’m going to do my best to sleep. I wonder if my Pumpkin Spice latte was really decaf. ![[WS]](/blog/media/end.gif)