I haven't slept worth shit this week. I got about four hours of sleep on Monday night after I got in here (this is why I generally travel during the day), then about three hours last night thanks to reflux waking me up at 1 AM and not letting me go back to sleep until 4. And the reason I had reflux was because I didn't get around to hauling my ass out to dinner until after 8 last night. Thank heaven for Tums. I was so tired when I woke up this morning that I had two and a half cups of real coffee, a big no-no because of my blood pressure, but you do what you have to do.
And the thing is, I didn't actually feel like eating last night. I could very easily have gone without dinner last night. It's not like I need three meals a day; hell, I could live for two months on all this extra weight that I'm carrying. It just ended up being something to do, something that you do to interrupt the ennui of living in a fucking hotel, something I've done for two goddamn months now. I had a nice long weekend, then had to screw it all up by getting on an airplane and flying back up here to Cleveland. At least the weather was decent today; it rained from the time I got here until this morning, and they were even talking snow.
You know what? I don't want to sit in front of this computer any more today. I'm going to turn it off and read a book. Good night.
Hope you like the guitar picture, by the way. It's the advertisement picture for one of my guitars, my Carlo Robelli "Manhattan" that I barely have time to play anymore lately.