Post Racial

I haven't slept more than four or five hours a night for over a week.  I've been exhausted, of course, but I didn't need for it to catch up to me today.  Last night, after the second job, I came home, poured a scotch, turned on the television, and put on "Homeland."  And immediately fell asleep.  I woke up after midnight to some crazy images of astronauts walking around on the moon in some sort of crazy distress.  There seemed to be a cameraman following them around.  The style of the images was really nice.  They were astronauts from Apollo 18.  ???  One of them sort of fell into a hole/was attacked by strange spider things.  The other found an old Soviet lunar module and climbed into that.  I fell back to sleep, woke up, went to bed.  I didn't wake up until after eight this morning.

Not good.

I have two very important meetings at work today and much to do in preparation beforehand.  The maid service texted me yesterday to let me know they were coming today as I keep forgetting and leave the house a total wreck and do not leave the money.  So I have to wash the bedding, get the piles of photo materials off every surface where they pile up from week to week, etc.

But I can't seem to come to.  I'm still sleeping, it seems.

Maybe I'm worn out because a pretty, young woman at the factory has taken notice of me.  We may go out for drinks tonight.  I think it scares me.  Perhaps I'm trying to do the Rip Van Winkle.

There isn't enough time for this.  I wanted to write about an article in the N.Y. Times I read about an art exhibit in Harlem.  It is a concept I've believed in for a long time now, one I've self-consciously tried to promote.  They call it "post-black" but I like Post-Racial.  Read about it here.

Perhaps tonight I'll attempt the Post-Temporal movement.  If I can pull it off.