i'm back from san francisco. it was an awesome trip, and i can't thank my friends (you know who you are) enough for the memories.
maybe it's because i'm still on california time, or maybe it's because it's sweltering hot in new york (still), but i can't sleep tonight. my mind is racing. i figured if i got up and wrote some things down, i'd have a better shot at being my sparkling self tomorrow at the office. so here are some thoughts that have been bouncing around my head which may someday become song lyrics (not yet obviously because they don't even rhyme, geez!)*:
does a condemned man sleep the night before his execution? after his last meal and his meeting with the priest, can he fall asleep? how about the night before that? i wonder how many nights before your execution is your last good sleep. i'm betting a lot of nights before. i bet he doesn't sleep right for a bunch of nights after the sentence is handed down, either. i wonder if these two overlap, or if there's a state of mind somewhere in between in which he sleeps like a baby every night. in prison. on death row. probably because he did something really bad. or was at least convicted of something really bad.
when it's late at night and i'm wide awake lying in bed, this is the kind of thing i end up thinking about.
for the record i'm whole-heartedly against the death penalty. and don't give me that "but what if someone from your family was the victim?" line. you can be for it if you want, i won't hate you.
man, i wish i could fall asleep.
* if you steal these so help me god i will hunt you down and pee on you.