Sleepy

Have you ever been so tired that you couldn't decide if you wanted to throw-up or cry? This is the point I have reached as I type at 7:50 a.m. on a perfectly crummy Saturday morning. Last night a few friends and I were in Salt Lake at the Urban Lounge to watch The Helio Sequence in concert. I originally thought the show began at seven, which I later learned it started at nine. After sitting through two adequate warm-up bands (Birthquake, anyone?) and their epically long set-ups, the Sequence finally took the stage at about 12:15. And, let me just say something here. Wow. I have owned Helio Sequence's Keep Your Eyes Ahead for more than a year, but I only listened to it occasionally. I thought the concert would be fun, but I was a little nervous my friends and I would be dissapointed. (Especially after the long wait) Not so. My expectations were completely blown out of the water, and then pummeled to death by a Sasquatch. Wet, pummeled expectations. The band was just great and I would totally recommend them to anyone. But there was one slight problem. I had to work this morning at 7, which meant only two and a half hours sleep after we got home at 3:30. (I got pulled over again on the ride home. Bleh.) I might be a little diva-ish, but this boy needs more sleep than that! I am going to go ahead right now and say that it is totally worth it, but with seven hours left to go on my shift, I might be re-thinking that.