magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

300 year old songs about coffee.

28 October 2007

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I barely slept last night. At 4:00 I was still up and uncomfortable, tossing and turning. Sometime between then and when the sun came up I must have fallen asleep to some emotionally draining, but mostly unremembered dreams. And after sunrise I was awake every 15 minutes or so until Jenny got up for work, and then every half hour or so until I dragged myself from bed, still completely unrested, around 11:00.

Consequently, while I should have spent today working, I was basically useless, and spent the day staring blankly at my computer screen. (TV shows, the monome forums, or stuff about fonts.

I did build up enough momentum to eventually leave the house. Jenny's friends Brad and Nej are in town from Minnesota, and Brad was playing a show at Sidewalk Cafe tonight. And it was completely worth braving both the cold and the ennui.

And we came home to find the radiators (or at least the one in the kitchen) giving off warmth, and with any luck I will momentarily find myself embraced by a deep sleep and will wake up tomorrow morning refreshed and ready to attack the world.