Saturday, August 23, 2003

i'm awake.

got to see west side story last night, actually the first time i saw it on stage, i'd seen the movie before and it was pretty good, even though i'm not terribly terribly into musicals. the show was put on by middle and high school students and it was really well done, the only gripe was that the tech sucked and, at points, it was really hard to understand what was being said/sung.

i'm not sure how i feel about being awake really. used to, when saturday rolled around, looking at the back of my eyelids until sometime around noon was a relative certainty. the only thing that would usually bust that up was either football or wrestling, both of which required rising at ungodly hours, especially for a saturday morning, and in the case of wrestling, having to be at school before sunrise.

[sidebar] talking about that reminds me of the time i had to show up for weigh-ins at a tournament at seven, this place was across town, which meant i had to be up between half past five and six that morning. i weigh-in, check the brackets, see that i have a first round bye, and relax, figuring i'll have to wrestle a bit after noon. well noon rolls around and i'm not even close, so i grab a bagel or something. the hours roll by and finally i see my bout number, by this time it's almost 10PM. what's funnier is that win or lose, i had *another* match after that. so yah, i ended up winning that match, and summarily went home. it just woudn't have been worth staying til midnight.[/sidebar]

i don't really sleep in anymore though, like today i got out of bed around half past nine and today's a saturday, a day where i don't have to be anywhere til around six tonight. i don't think i could stay in bed til noon even if i wanted to. i feel like i've conditioned myself to be able to operate pretty efficiently on between six and seven hours of sleep, if i get eight or more, i feel positively useless the next day

you know how it works, you never feel useless on days you can actually afford to be useless.

feeling: surly
thinking of: grilled cheese
music: "austin song" 100 Portraits