I’ve forgotten how normal people sleep.
By Saturday, my last shift of the week, I’m delirious with exhaustion. More than once I’ve fallen asleep at work while waiting to do my checkout. In fact, last night I slept on a broken couch in the office long enough to start drooling.
So I sleep all day Sunday.
And then I can’t sleep Sunday night.
It’s really healthy, I know.
So instead of lying in bed trying to turn off my brain I thought I’d post some things I liked about 2012. And maybe some things I didn’t like.
I liked this song:
I couldn’t be happier that sampling Beach House in hip hop is a thing now.
And these albums:
I thought “Visions” was going to be my album of the summer but it’s December and I’m still listening to it every day.
“Give You the Ghost” is flawless. I play this record when I’m opening the bar at work. I thought they were European — maybe it’s the sound, or the name — but they’re from Minnesota.
This was an awesome show.
I don’t think I read any books, which is weird. I read some of The Pale King on the Megabus from Chicago, and I page through the PDT Cocktail Book every now and then, but I haven’t read anything cover-to-cover. Who goes a whole year without reading a book? Embarrassing.
I drank mystery booze at a stranger’s house at 8 a.m. I had the best Mardi Gras ever.
I discovered my crafty side, threw a big party and said some vows.
I tried pork rinds for the first time.
I dyed my hair purple.
I sprained my ankle (that sucked).
I splurged on the badass boots I’ve wanted for years. (I wear them every day.)
I taught a college class.
I did not blog as much as I would have liked.
But I did start a holiday.
I got some new friends AND an amazing new family.
If you, as they say in sports, “look at the body of work,” 2012 did OK.