I can’t help it… when I rehearse in the Village, I always end up going out for drinks, which means by the time I get back to Astoria and wind down I’m looking at 2AM or later bedtimes.

Things I’ve noticed about Astoria late at night on a Monday: people throw potatoes (drunk frat types); car alarms go off when you walk by (even if you don’t touch them); the windows are all active#–people in Astoria must stay up late and watch television, or sleep with it on. Almost every window has some light or another flickering in the dark.

Things I’ve noticed about me late at night on a Monday: I can’t convince myself to sleep, even knowing the schedule I have for tomorrow is going to be killer; the New Yorker, having arrived on the stairs as it does (nearly) every Monday, is a reminder that no matter how hard I try I will never finish all the reading I’d like; I can’t get people out of my head#–I keep playing back conversations and wondering whether I said or did the wrong thing (family, friendships, etc). I’m not the most social person in the world, and apparently I think about that late at night and type it up on the Internets.