Another 3am scatterthought

You might think I’m bordering on insomnia, but it’s not that. My sleep patterns are just all thrown off, and I’m finding that my mind kicks into high gear around 1am. There’s so much thought running around in my skull that I can’t shut down for the night. So what happens? I end up napping around 8pm, which would seem to be my lull period. Oh wait…maybe that is insomnia.

Great. Just great. This is, of course, what led to the horrible homopoem fiasco.

So what’s on my mind?

– work
– a girl

Those are in order of reverse prominence in my thoughts,and all are contributing to my current wakefulness.

I started this site when I was in a strong relationship, so it wasn’t a big deal to me to write about the person I was with. That caused some problems when the relationship came to an end, and I was–in some opinions–far too open about the breakup in this space. Since then, I’ve been more circumspect about relationships on Scatterthought, be they lovers or friends or otherwise. I take care to avoid names, unless the person has posted comments in which case they’re fair game. And I don’t talk about dating, because it would be more than a little unusual writing my thoughts about dating a person in this space and then having her read them online. I believe that’s called dating suicide. And if it’s not, then that’s what it should be called.

So there you have it. I’m thinking a lot about a certain woman. And that’s all you’re gonna hear about it. Please keep your comments to yourselves.

Work is only a small part of my thoughts right now. I’m preparing a presentation and I was thinking about the content and the order of slides and stuff like that. Pretty boring.

My thoughts on FASS surround my ramping up to be music director for this year’s production. I’m editing lyrics, composing some music, and thinking about the upcoming auditions and what else I need to prepare. About an hour ago, I sent an e-mail to the director and stage manager to discuss an idea that popped into my head. After that, I laid back, thinking I could go to sleep, and suddenly started composing music to support the idea. Sigh.

And then I realized that I need to summarize all of this so that I’ll just stop thinking once and for all. Which brings me to this point.

If you’ve noticed any spelling errors or stray backslashes, I apologize. The entire time I’ve been typing this, Chet has been lying on one or both of my hands, which means he’s been pressing a lot of keys and forcing me to backspace a lot. He’s really really sucky right now, and this is clearly an attempt to get me to stop typing and pay attention to him. One that I can no longer resist. But first he’ll have to move off of the mousepad so that I can publish this and turn off the computer.

There we go.