sleeping not functioning

I wrote a post about Wednesday night's concert which is saved somewhere on my computer and will make its appearance tomorrow. Capsule: David Bowie continues to be Our Lord And Master. Oh. My. God.

But due to an incorrect clock in the room where I was sleeping, I ended up only getting about 3.5 hours of sleep... which resulted in me being unable to stay awake the whole day. My cousin the Custody Battle Kid, who I was around all day, must think that I could sleep through an earthquake. I only slept in one-to-two hour intervals, but I was always either asleep or wanting to be asleep... at A's house all afternoon (while CBK sat a few feet away playing Tony Hawk's Underground), and then on the bottom bunk in CBK's room back at Uncle G's house. I was woken up at 6:45 to go home, we left around 8, I had a full meal, and about an hour later my mom asked me to drive. I could only handle it for an hour before I had to switch back because I could barely keep my eyes open. It wasn't a comfortable weariness, either - it was the kind that comes from being overtired in a snowstorm.

So I've been home for a little over two hours and I couldn't think of anything better to do than to take a shower and follow it, onsen-style, with a bath. The bath was with the "Waving Not Drowning" bath bomb that ragdoll got me for xmas from LUSH. Now my exhaustion is the relaxed sort, and I'm going to sleep - I can barely stay awake to write this. If you're an insomniac, go buy as many of the damned things as you can afford. Because I said so.

luke trerice, my hero of the next 5 minutes or so.

an impossibly elaborate prank.

he is pleased with me, my lord and master -

January 8, 2004: soooo tired. it's 4:30 AM. I've been given the room of the 15-year-old who was part of my group at the concert earlier tonight. He normally goes to boarding school, but tonight he's crashed on the floor of his little sister's room so that I can have a bit of privacy. his dad is a former pro athlete (soccer player) and the room is sporty with touches of artiness. Not the art-madness that my cousins his age have, but sketches of Final Fantasy characters, a few interesting little objects, and a ton of soccer stuff. I'm sitting in bed under track spotlights (the glare! owie! I'd ask how he studies, but he doesn't have to study here), and there's a torso mannequin on the wall dressed in the uniform of LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB.

The concert was fab. I'd forgotten that Macy Gray was the opening act, and... I am not a fan. But I must say, she's a really strong performer, no sour notes and a fun show, and I enjoyed her portion of the evening a lot more than I expected to. She has the hugest afro I have ever seen: a few years ago it was a modest and regular afro, but now it's about two feet wide and growing. Weird contrast between her and the supersleek Gail Ann Dorsey, aka Miss Bassist For David Bowie. (But I think Gail Ann should be famous in her own right! she rocks.) Gail Ann has (almost?) no hair whatsoever on her head.

Then Dorian Grey David Bowie came out & basically ruled my world for two hours. Such a fantastic show. Man, I hope I (and whoever I'm involved with at the time) am still that insanely hot and on my game at 57. He did a Pixies cover ("Cactus") and gave a little speech about how sickening it is that bands like The Pixies didn't get radio airplay (let's ignore the fact that Columbus's own 101.1 was playing "Here Comes Your Man" when I left for the concert this afternoon)! He alluded to making a joke about Proust, and then didn't, which disappointed me, because I WANTED TO HEAR A ROCK STAR TRY TO MAKE AN ONSTAGE PROUST JOKE. He played about 95% of the songs I wanted to hear and didn't expect him to play - "China Girl" (with an amusing lyric change to, "Oh baby.... shut the fuck up."), "The Man Who Sold The World", "Hello Spaceboy", "Ashes to Ashes" (fun to funky...), "Rebel Rebel", "Suffragette City", "Ziggy Stardust", "Heroes", "Changes", "Fame", "Fashion" (which I really didn't think he'd play in the same show, especially so close to each other), about three songs from the new album, "Be My Wife", "White Light White Heat" (Velvet Underground cover), "Under Pressure" (with Gail doing the Freddie Mercury part), a few others. The only things I wished he'd played and didn't were Gail's cover of Laurie Anderson's "O Superman", "The Heart's Filthy Lesson", and "Modern Love." Which I think is really an amazingly great ratio for a guy who has put out several dozen albums.

But I'm still convinced there's a very scary-looking magical portrait of him in an attic somewhere.

Then I came back to the house we're visiting, and A. (the ladee of the haus) hung me upside down on her antigravity table. My back feels really good as a result. Then I had a horrible time getting out my hair extensions, because I'd tied a few of them in too tightly, but after an hour or so of picking, whining, and cringeing, they were all finally out. I think I'm sticking to my policy of only wearing the damned things to concerts. Sat around and chattered for a while, and now I'm so tired I can hardly see straight, and I'm going to sleep.