One Night Insomniac

When it's the night before I move out and I can't sleep, I:

-Pack my undies and "Men of Hawaii" calendar (these 2 items are unrelated)

-Lie in bed thinking about how I hope in the morning I can get to my journal, which for some reason is being stashed in the glove compartment of my car, before Jordan finds it and provides his high school buddies with a good laugh

-Give up and grab my ipod, succumbing to such sleepy artists as Michael Giacchino, Enya, and Aaron Copland

-Spend an hour looking for "Kaysonisms," a reminder of my Lyceum orchestra days when I played Copland's Appalachian Spring and befriended Dylan, the Man Flute

-Bust out the Harry Potter (book 6, on this occasion)

-Sneak upstairs for a 3 in the morning snack: smoked pepper jack white cheddar cheese and homemade granola

-Break my own blog ban

I daresay I'd better not log onto Facebook if I think there's any possibility of dozing off for these last 3 hours . . . nah. Here's to the beginning of many sleepless college nights. Cheers.