Insomnia is Expensive

OK, so I can’t sleep. I’m still mildly sinus infected and/or dealing with whatever that was at the beginning of last week, and recovering from my weekend get away to TJ. I should have passed out the second I hit the pillow. That would make sense. Since when have my sleeping patterns ever made sense, though.

A lot of the time when I can’t sleep, it’s because I’m obsessing on one particular thought or series of thoughts.  Sometimes it’s because I’m excited about something.  Tonight it seemed like I just had the vague sensation of having forgot something.  Like, maybe I had forgotten to think of something or obsess over it.  Maybe there was some future conversation that I hadn’t imagined yet and run through twelve hundred times in my head.    One of these days, I’m going to be better at meditating that stuff out.   Well, actually, I can meditate it out, but meditation doesn’t put me to sleep.   Me’da says it works for him, but for me, it sort of heightened relaxed state, so it’s like I’m too focused on being relaxed to be relaxed enough to fall asleep.

Whatever.  Rambling.  See this.  This is why I don’t sleep.  This is exactly what goes through my head.

Anyway, so I’m sitting here on the computer, and I’m reading blogs, and I see this one blog on Feministing about a documentary, and one of the people interviewed in the clip is an author.  Next thing you know, I’m looking her up on Amazon, and buying three books.   

Aarrrggghhhh!  I need to go to sleep before I buy any shoes.  I don’t need shoes.  I don’t.

Anyway, here’s the trailer for the documentary that started this all:

Vida de una Chica Soltera y Loca

I haven’t written anything over the weekend, because I have been traveling again. On Friday night, Ripper and I went down to meet Elle’s band in Tijuana. It happened to be Elle’s birthday, and we thought it would be a lot of fun to spend the evening with her and the boys in the last place I thought I’d ever be.

We flew to San Diego, cabbed to the border, walked over the border, and then caught another cab to the club where the band was playing. The club was something. It apparently used to be a very large cinema, but there was a fire that gutted the place, and the roof was destroyed. They cleaned it up, put up a stage, and voila, an outdoor music venue. We kept saying how this would never happen in the states, because of all the insurance and permit issues.

The opening band was this local ska-punk band. I never did catch their name. It was pretty cool. By the time the band went on, I was feeling pretty damn good. The band played a rocking set, and we were all pumped. When the gig was over, we set out to paint the town and eat some tacos.

We stayed out until the sun was almost coming up. I feel confident that I have seen and done what there is to see and do in Tiajuana at five in the morning. As you may expect, it’s not pretty. It’s also not quite as bad as all that either. It’s almost comedic. I’m not going to go into the specifics, because I don’t see the point. It wasn’t scintillating nor was it scandalous. It was just Tijuana.

The next day, we hoofed it back to the border, and along the way, some some of the other sites of the city. Including a lot of junk for sale on carts, some art, some roving musicians, etc.

Over all, I’d say it was a great experience in that it was an experience. Something I had never seen before, something I couldn’t have seen elsewhere, and something I never thought I would see. I’m glad I’ve gotten to this point in my life, where I have the opportunities to be spontaneous, and to do these unexpected things.

I didn’t tell my family that I was going, but I called Momser afterwards and told her I’d been. She thanked me for not telling her so that she wasn’t worried.

I went, I saw, and I didn’t get mugged or arrested.

Also, I accidentally had a bit of the tap water and nothing bad happened to me.

No pictures with this one, ’cause those are just for me and my friends.

Highs & Lows

First off, I found my lucky traveling hat.  He was hiding under the couch cushions with my missing fifty cents.  Crisis averted.  I won’t have to go on a single adventure without him.  Phew!

However, my pesky insomnia, which I only wish I could lose, doesn’t seem to be taking the hint.  Get lost, insomnia.  Nobody likes you.   Nobody thinks your jokes are funny, and your breath kind of smells.

 

I’m funny when I can’t sleep, aren’t I?

 

Just sayin’.

Project Runway – Week 2

I don’t have anything to complain about this week.  I absolutely loved the dress that won, and hated the losing design.   I thought the winner was something that did look very wearable, if you were a bit edgy, and it wasn’t like you could see to China. I’d wear it to a Phenomenauts party.  The losing design was too shiny, too short, and too funky.   

I can’t wait until things get good and juicy.  I don’t have any favorites yet.  None of the designers have really stood out to me.   We’ll see how things shape up.

I’ve sort of started watching this Shear Genius show, just because it’s on right after Project Runway.  It’s OK.  I like my hair, but it’s hard for me to judge what makes a good hairstyle.  I just go into Wonder Dave and say, “make it more edgy, make it more blonde, make it less blonde, it’s too froofy, etc.”