Went to a show at a coffeehouse tonight by a band called Testface from Eugene. They were very good. From their bio:
Parts psychfolk parts experimental Americana, the songs are spacious and lonesome with a deep yearning for solace. Testface is poignant, wounded, and endlessly searching
I don't really know what that means, but I liked the music, so that's cool. I'd also never been to this coffee shop, Cafe Noir, just north of downtown, and it wasn't bad. Good food, semi-respectable tea selection. Lots of folks showed up.
I keep waking up really early in the morning- I refuse to look at the clock when this happens, but it's always still pitch black- for no apparent reason. For awhile, the dog was waking me up wanting outside at bizarre hours. But now it's just my brain popping open. So I'm trying to stay up late on Jim's theory that then I'll sleep until I'm supposed to. Either that, or I'll stay up late and wake up really early and be even more tired. We'll see.