February 09, 2002 - 7:03 p.m.
sleep. it's something i miss greatly. friday night i went to sleep at six a.m. and woke up four hours later. i am a mess. i just woke up from an afternoon nap, but it can't remove the pain. yeow.
last night i went to the vancouver art gallery opening for the cyborg exhibit (cos i helped with the website dontcha know) with kyla as my date. it was pretty fun. lots of good stuff from the early part of the century balanced with some really awful typically 'cyborg-y' modern stuff. randy met us outside at nine and we headed to the sugar refinery where we met up with patsy. kevin kane was the night's entertainment and we didn't know if we wanted to stay, but we did and the show was amazing. kevin kane, for those out of the canadian music loop, was once a member of the grapes of wrath (the sloan of the late eighties/early nineties). anyway, kevin is on his own playing his own stuff and lots of beautiful covers and even a few grapes of wrath songs (he played "peice of mind" which was my favorite!) it was a very fun evening. lots of meaningful discussions were had and tears were shed by all.
at three am i had to go. i was feeling strange. with only three hours sleep the night before and no dinner, i was feeling like a bit of a train wreck. i hopped in a cab alone, as the others weren't ready to leave. when i got home, i had a small panic attack. i haven't had one in a long time so it was a bit of a surprise and i felt very alone. i called up kyla but she still wasn't home. i then called the oliver platt boy and we talked and talked until six in the morning. by then, the panic attack had slipped away and sleep was the order of the day.
one day, sleep will be my friend again.