surrender

you want to know the story of my life?
the only sin is not loving enough -Gabriel/Hackett

4-18, 12:54am
Not bad, in bed before 1 am. Especially considering I fell alsleep on the lounge chair in the living room (we are so Smith and Hawken here!) at 8pm for two hours. I only got about maybe 7 hours of sleep in the past two days. Sunday I just couldn't sleep. Last night I was out til half-three at the local with the boys after the call to Darth. I figured it was better than lying awake.
Today I was exhausted. Felt hungry but couldn't eat. Just off-balance somehow.

"What the hell's wrong with me?"

"Jay, you've got a lot on your mind. You've been through a hell of a lot the past week. And you've got another week at least til you find out what the craic is with Annie," Kristen said. "No wonder you fell messed up."

She's so right. Why can't I see these things? I'm like a horse with blinders.

But El Dude's body finally had to wave the white flag. So I give the body what it wants- sweet blissful sleep. I'm an accomodating guy.

Speaking of dating, Patricia and I go out on Friday for date #2. Exciting. I'm like a little puppy. To be dating again after a half century - well it's just amazing. She's a cool babe. I'm giving this 'dating normal women' a real shot.
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Teaching goes well. Did I mention this?- that I played Red Barchetta (Rush) for one class. They dug it.

We were talking about the environment and oil, which somehow turned into the price of gas in the USA and students asking why everyone drove everywhere. I explained that cars are a metaphor for freedom and sexuality (I realized later that it comes directly from Neil Peart's commentary in the EXIT...STAGE LEFT Video).

Anyway, the next day I explained a bit about Jack Kerouac and on the road. Then I played Red Barchetta for them, a kind of 6 minute science fiction piece where driving a car is a way if rebelling against the Eye in a 1984 type of society.

I also showed them the cover of the album, Moving Pictures. It's a pun because they are actually moving pictures. They actually got it.

Anytime you can teach Rush in the classroom, you have to be psyched.
Other than that, I've gotten great feedback on my teaching. The low level students are starting to speak. O joy o rupture!

I think I've finally found what I want to be when I grow up. My old friend Pat O'Neill, who was a teacher before he died, would be very pleased, me thinks. I'll try and sneak the Grateful Dead into a class for you, old sport!

I feel sleep calling me again. Sleep deprivation is very druggy and not at all unpleasant. I will submit.

1 pm
Taught class this morn, much discussion about the tragedy at Virginia Tech and our lack of gun control. Now off to Banesto. Then I start teaching Maria agian at 6pm, so it's a long one. Then intercambio night down at JJ's. Then bed. My life is such a neat little package! Excepting that baby thing.

Didn't sleep great last night. Kris said you wouldn't be surprised if I don't sleep well until monday. I am more worried about not sleeping well AFTER I find out on Monday.