sleepy again

Post 9 of 90.

Another low energy day. Lunch at European Cafe in Montgomery, and I spend a lot of time staring off into space while I waited for my food. The waitress asks me if the food was OK, and seems visibly relieved when I say it is. I grab a cappuccino at the Starbucks down the street to help keep me alert through the afternoon.

Today I think a big part of this sleepy feelng is because my eyes are dry (as a lasik side effect), and this creates an urge to close my eyes, which then creates an illusion of tiredness. Within the family, my grandmother on my dad's side was known for blowing in my eyes when I was being fussy as a baby, and this forced me to blink and close my eyes a lot until I eventually quit crying and fell asleep.

I have another cappuccino at Lookout Joe after work, but still sit around like a zombie. A few days ago, I talked to the barrista about the Cure, and suggested she get a copy of The Top, which was more or less a Robert Smith solo project, and the first album where he went whole hog with his trademark "weepy" vocal style. She suggested I make a compilation with songs from that album so the staff has something else to listen to, and I agree. Over a few says, I whittled over five hours of songs in iTunes down to a single CD, mostly songs from The Top followed by a lot of obscure English psychedelic whimsy, burned it, and printed out a CD insert. Tonight I gave her the compilation and it's playing right now.

I need to get out of here in a bit and go home to practice in preparation for meeting with Don tomorrow at his son's house in Dayton.