I don’t feel like sleeping.
December 1st 2003
I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to stay awake for the rest of my life — I feel like I miss too much in sleep — I could listen to so much great music the whole night through — or read all the books I could never have time to read otherwise — or write all the books I could never have time to write — or — just — think the whole night… I’d just have time — time I don’t feel like wasting anytime in the next ten minutes….
Or, maybe it’s just because I watched Vanilla Sky tonight. “Wake Up!”
Yeah, it was about sleeping and dreaming and it shouldn’t be watched before one needs to sleep. And I have good music to listen to, and thoughts to type, so what’s the harm in staying awake for another few minutes?
Went to grandma’s house for Thanksgiving, which I suppose we haven’t done in at least three years. My parents met me there; beat me there, actually. I took the Fremont BART train to the end of the line, and Grandpa picked me up; and drove me home, bless his eyes. The turkey was good, and the stuffing, fancy, with oysters. It was a very classic Thanksgiving with the Family.
Friday, I finally got a haircut. It was the only thing I bought that day.
That evening, I watched my parents drive away from that house for the second time ever, just as I had driven away with them dozens of times more than that before last year. I shook my head as they drove off, collected my memories, and took them inside to watch TV with me. They uncannily reminded me of Grandma and Grandpa’s living room before the rennovation; the TV was old, not flat, and less than 52 inches, and probably had a better picture (Grandpa got the big TV, the satelite dish, the TiVo, and the 400-disc DVD changer, but somehow missed the point of connecting the components with anything other than coaxial cable). My memories remembered that the living room used to be like the family room, but more lived-in, and with even weirder-colored carpets; they reminded me of hanging the stockings on the fireplace — which they left in the rennovation, but not quite if you know what I mean — and Christmas mornings around the tree, and Grandma cooking in the old kitchen, with the oven that Grandpa knew how to use….
Things change. I know, I’ve seen ‘em do it. As I watched my parents drive away that afternoon, I could do nothing but smile, slowly step inside, and watch the new big-screen TV.
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I think… I think I feel like sleeping now. Good night. ::