Can't sleep, clown'll eat me.

Well, so that's not exactly the reason for my deprivation of the restful times this weekend, but I just really love that particular episode of the Simpsons. So funny.

ANYWAYS... it is nearly 11:30pm on Sunday night. I just got home. For most of you, this was a long weekend full of resting and relaxation. Not so for me. For the past 2 days I have put in 9 hour shifts at the jazz festival. And I don't even get paid for that shit. Needless to say, I am a little tired. Despite being tired, I decided that I had better get some use of the FREE CONCERTS that come along with my volunteer pass. So I was a brave little soldier and went to TWO shows all by myself. And it was awesome.

It's kind of weird to go alone, but it's cool because you don't have to pretend to give a crap about what the other person you are with is doing or saying. I have often found myself at shows when my friends are whining the whole time about something or other... and their bad mojo just ruins the whole experience. And let's face it. This is the jazz festival. Not everyone is as in love with music as I am... and there are often a million shows I want to see but can't find anyone to go with. But that is no longer a concern for me.

Last night I popped into the Commodore (after 9 hours suffocating from heat in a room with drunk musicians) to see Jamie Lidell. I enjoyed his music already, but after seeing him live I am in love. He's SO WEIRD. And I can't get enough of it. He sang soulful heartfelt lyrics to a puppet version of himself. He came out wearing a silk robe and the thickest glasses on earth. And he is incredibly sexy (in my eyes) for doing so. I could not avoid dancing. So sorry to anyone who was made uncomfortable by my booty shaking extravaganza.













Shiny gold robes never looked so good... I think I need to get me one of those.

Then tonight I walked over to the Centre to see the lovely Miss Neko Case. I was pretty lucky, cause I got there just in time to swipe one of the last volunteer tickets and sat down 30 seconds before she started. She's so good. So good. I love her voice. She makes me enjoy country music more than I want to.












Dear Neko Case,

I am jealous of your hair and your insane musical talent. But there must be something that I do better than you... I bet you don't have hyperextending elbows, do you? I do. There. Now I feel better about myself.

Sincerely,

Sarah

So that's why I'm so goddamn tired. I basically worked for 7 days straight... which is no good for anybody. That's because if I don't get some goddamn sleep, I'm going to start to get hella angry and I will likely begin to yell at people for no reason. Plus, this 4 day week at work is going to be INSANELY CRAZY BUSY so I gotta rest up. Cause I'm going to be doing the random yelling at people anyways. Shit. I am tired. I'm going to bed.

Goodnight, fools.