411: In my living room before dawn
Listening to: The crisp sound of a camera click
I’m awake. I’m wide awake. It’s 4am and I can’t sleep.
This doesn’t make a lot of sense, to me. In Seattle it’s 1am, I wouldn’t be up there. It’s 4am here, and I shouldn’t be up here either. I’m certain it’s something to do with my messed up flight schedule. However, you do the math. If my body thinks it’s 7am, it’s somewhere over the Atlantic, halfway to London.
So I’m down here doing something I’ve put off for a long time: sorting Sarah’s and my CD collection.
This isn’t some sort of anal retentive “High Fidelity” therapeutic sorting. I actually need to go through the CDs and figure out which ones I’ve not yet converted to MP3s. People are constantly amazed that I don’t use Kazaa or Napster, but it’s because together we keep buying CDs and I can’t abide piracy.
And so I’m sorting. I’ve got to be able to figure out what I’ve got already ripped, so I can complete the archive.
Time to start with ‘A’…