nochas

back when I was a kid, Sunday night was one of my least favorite times of the week, seeing as it meant going back to school soon. I don't know if you've noticed but when you're little, time seems to go by much slower. When the weekend started, it seemed like vacation to me, as if the next Monday was very faraway. But come Sunday night, I always had a hard time getting to sleep, even if I felt perfectly relaxed. Over time I got past this weird hang-up, in part because, well, time just seems to go by much faster when you get older.
Unfortunately I had a flashback to those times last night as I had a heck of a time falling asleep, even if I felt pretty tired when I went to bed. I blame it on the fact that I had got 2 great nights of at least 9-hour sleep that weekend, but I'm also sure that this is an example of how the irrational fears we have as youngsters never truly go away. Since I've never seen a shrink (and don't plan to in the near future), I never have very good explanations for such things. Or interpretation, because I'm guessing there never is never a true explanation for matters of the psyche. I guess the next best thing is just writing about it on the internet.

soundtrack : Azure Ray - Sleep

cousin of death

had to go to my home office today for some administrative stuff (I work out of my client's office, so I rarely venture back to the corporate mothership). The meeting was at 10am, so instead of heading there straight from home, I went into work a bit earlier than usual, worked for a bit, then headed to the HQ.

On the way back, it was only about 10:45am by then, I'd barely got into my seat when I started to feel the all-too familiar strains of fatigue set in. Probably because I went for a run last night. Or maybe I'm just a weakling, either one. Anyway after I allowed myself a 10-minute power-siesta, rocked by the mellow rythm of Explosions In The Sky's A Slow Dance, I realized I was strangely refreshed. I know this sort of behavior is common in Tokyo, where some salarymen are still subject to insane working hours, but you don't see it happen too often in Paris. Which is unfortunate because I know a bunch of people who could use the rest. I think people should just slump down and doze for their sleeping rights.

Say it with me : We want more comfortable bus/metro seats ! Higher headrests ! More mellow tracks from Explosions In The Sky !