"I couldn't sleep all night long; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on the sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams."
-"The Great Gatsby"
F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have trouble falling asleep at night; drinking helps. When I do finally fall asleep it's not for long. I usually wake up each morning around 5AM in a hot sweat. The air conditioner on the bus needs freon or something like that I'm told. I can't sleep when I'm hot. I stumble into the front lounge, use the bathroom, drink some water. Sometimes I read, sometimes I write, sometimes I stare out the window vacantly as endless miles of interstate unfold before the bus. Eventually I lay back down in the bunk where I toss and turn until 7AM, when the bus has arrived wherever we are, and Heather wakes up to start her day. The I fall asleep until around 11AM. The bunks in the bus are small, they're not made to sleep two people. Regardless, I prefer to have Heather in the bunk with me than not.
We played early today, second on our stage. I woke up hung-over from a late, blurry night before. I drank a beer, then a vodka/CapriSun cocktail before playing. Unexpectedly, the crowd was one of the better that we've had thus far on the tour. The sun had yet to drain the energy out of everyone. After our signing, Heather and I went out to dinner with her parents. They still make me feel nervous, awkward. I'm married to their daughter, I want them to like me. It doesn't help that I haven't showered in 10 days.