Last night, at about 2am, I heard a noise I never heard before. It sounded like 3 deep toned, almost zipper-like pulses, and then a 2 second, airy “start-up/login” sound like a modern electronic. It didn’t sound like any of the phones, cameras, or tablets I have. I couldn’t get back to sleep after that. At around 4:30am, I admitted mild defeat. I told work I’d show up at 9am and finally got a few hours of rest.
So on top of a lack of solid sleep, I have endometriosis pain today. I busted into my chocolate reserves from the Spokandy shop. Worth it.
Work was decent enough, though, thankfully. Counting went by without an issue, not too many failed parts; a good, mild day.
I haven’t been feeling up to much music with words lately. Im not sure if I’m coming down with seasonal change blues, if shark week has overridden my controls, or if this is just some part of metamorphosis. The wordless music has plenty of different feeling to it, like regular music, it’s just hitting my brain a lot smoother. Not always “generic lo-fi with a hiphop beat,” but old classics for me like TalkDemonic and Yppah.
These genres take me back to living in Issaquah and hiding out in the public library. I think I found them on a random downloading site. “Final Russian” was the most jarring of them all to hear, because the plucked song at the end is exactly the same as the first song I ever made on my grandpa’s piano. I must’ve been… 9? It was just that tune over and over, nothing miraculous for a kid. I’d change the key and pretend it was a new part of the song. Very innovative.
As much as this could be seasonal blues, autumn still ignites my mind like no other season. I love the feeling it gives me about life in general.
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