Insomnia

sucks. I guess this is the consequence of sleeping ’til noon. Okay, 12:40. Why not though, right?

I’ve never really understood people who look at sleeping as bad. It’s essential. It’s enjoyable. I’ve got nothing better to do, as far as i’m concerned. And dreams can be really, really interesting. The other morning i met Björk and we talked about fashion and she took my picture. This morning i played giant-size roulette with my family. And some asian guy. Wha’d you do this morning, check your email? Yeah, that’s what i thought.

I like to watch Top Chef, but not being able to taste or even smell the food they create always makes me feel gypped. How am i supposed to judge them? It’s like listening to a radio show about paintings, trying to pick a favorite. Project runway is way better, ’cause the main appeal of the clothing is the way it looks.

I’ve been thinking about becoming a freelancer. I don’t know if i’m ambitious enough to always seek work like i’m doing now, though, and working from home would bore me. Being in a new environment every few months could be interesting. I could even do photography and graphic design along with web. Or even writing… though i still don’t know what i’d enjoy writing beyond drivel about my own life. I’m good at that stuff, but crap like ad copy would not float my boat.

By the way, i took two Advil PM about two hours ago. Not doing jack.

Friday, May 23rd, 2008 1:39 am • jobs, life
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