black sleep

It's always the times I want to sleep most that I can't sleep at all.

I watched Black in America 2 today. It was a very inspirational program; it really dragged (read: I just googled "dragged vs. drug") my emotions out of their safe place and exposed them. I couldn't help feeling incredibly disappointed with the two boys who didn't bring their grades up after the South Africa trip. I felt angry when Mr. Perry revealed that parents weren't participating in their childrens' education. I related to the affluent Black community (yes, we live in the suburbs and we can afford college, but to say that we're not in the same fight, or that we haven't experienced injustice is majorly incorrect). I looked at Mia with admiration. Owning a home wasn't really in my 5 year plan, but if she can do it by 26, then so can I.

Needless to say, Black in America got me a little over excited. I've been trying to sleep for the past 2 hours. Sleeping with the TV on isn't helpful, I know, but I do it every night. I can't sleep with the lights off; I'm scared of the dark. I tried it tonight, and it didn't work. I tried various lighting schemes: the light under my bed, the light in the closet, the upright lamp. I turned down the air conditioning to 72 degrees. But I'm still awake.

There is so much information running through my head. Most of it has to do with Black in America, but a lot is unrelated. I have to make about 500 phone calls tomorrow, and I hate talking on the phone, so I'm getting stressed out. I'm doing something pretty cool tomorrow called A Day in My Life. It's a LiveJournal group where people document a day in their lives through pictures. I've done it twice: April 7 of 2007 and 2008. April 7 is the anniversary of something really stupid that happened to me, so I decided to stop commemorating it and choose another date, but I never really got around to it until now. I just hope I can make my day interesting now that I'm going to be sleep deprived.