NP: Frank Zappa, Baby Snakes

I'm not sure if it was the wisest decision to have my sleep behavior examined the night after I finish up six gigs in eight nights, especially considering that the stretch doesn't start until tomorrow and I'm already feeling pretty worn out. I'm going to sleep like a rock, they'll declare nothing is wrong with me, and I'll still sweat a lot when I take naps.

That's the big thing, although I have to admit that all the press for sleep apnea has piqued my curiosity. I tend to come to nearly full wakefulness when I roll over or change positions while nominally asleep, and that sort of disruption is at least similar to sleep apnea in terms of the resulting symptoms. I certainly don't feel like I can focus as well as I could in college, and while that could be because my brain is now full and nothing else will fit, I sorta doubt that the fun little metaphorical explanation cuts the proverbial mustard.

In case you're wondering, proverbial mustard is more of a brown mustard than a yellow mustard, from the proverbial region of French Albania.

See what I mean about being exhausted? I'm getting punchy.