
Counting sheep would kill me right now.
For no discernable reason, I’ve been really tired lately. Every night this weekend, I’ve fallen asleep even earlier than the night before. Heck, I’m falling asleep before My Lovely Wife. (If you know My Lovely Wife’s sleeping habits, this will shock you. If you are not shocked, just pretend — you wouldn’t want to stand out now, would you?)
I don’t know why I’m so tired. Maybe Seasonal Affective Disorder is finally rearing its ugly head. Whatever the reason, my body has just decided that it is tired and that the best way to remedy that was to turn off a light switch in my brain, no matter if I was currently operating any heavy machinery. Thanks for the warning, brain.
It’s now Monday and I’m holding onto consciousness by my the skin of my teeth. All that’s keeping me on this side of dreamland is the music that I’m pumping directly into my cerebral cortex.
Because they are the bricks that form that wall, here are some of the songs that are currently keeping me interested enough not to develop a QWERTY-shaped indentation in my cheek:
- “Expectations”, Belle & Sebastian
- “Up The Wolves”, The Mountain Goats
- “Crash and Burn Girl”, Robyn
- “The Mariner’s Revenge”, The Decemberists
- “Daft Punk Is Playing At My House”, LCD Soundsystem
- “Bucky Done Gun”, M.I.A.
- “Friend of Mine”, The National
- “Sing Me Spanish Techno”, The New Pornographers
- “Multitude of Casualties”, The Hold Steady
- “What Katie Did”, The Libertines
Why I’m tired, I don’t know. All I know is that I hope it ends soon. And I’m so freaking glad I’ve got music right now.
P.S. I just started listening to The Stars’ Set Yourself On Fire for the first time. It’s helping too.