My tank was low Interesting things happen when you are tired. Its like when you loose sleep, you loose a layer. You know, the layers who make up who you are. You have on a lot of layers at school, a few less at home, sometimes minimal layering in church or worship, and hopefully no layers in love. But no matter where you are, the more layers you are wearing the less responsive you become. Sad thing is, some people get abrassions while in a minimal layer state and then vow never to return there. Thats when you get desensitized to life, love, and emotion

But sleep...lack of sleep equals the destruction of a front; for me at least. I came to this conclusion today on my way to Salem to meet up with my interview coach. Realizing that I had not done my fair share of news watching or reading and that my coach would find me severly off-gaurd and stumbling, I fumbled through the am radio stations in attempt to find something that would enlighten me on the current state of affairs in our world. Zoning in on the Progressive Radio station 620 am, I caught the tail end of a conversation about the art of video game and appreciation to technology followed by an ear-full of commercials. For some reason I decided not to mess with thh dial (maybe it was because driving a stick at 85 mph on a packed free-way seemed challenging enough) and weigh out the commercials.

About 3 minutes of rambling car-salesmen voices later, a soft voice came over the fuzzy signal. Describing in detail the beauty of the Oregon forestry, I was put into a calm trans, totally and completely invisioning myself on top of a tall tree in a crowded forest, alone. Subject to the persuasive voice, I followed her every word and began to hear the soft chirping of the birds. I know it sounds corny, but I was with the woman all the way. Then, all of a sudden the loud and obnoxious sound of a chainsaw blaired into my ears as the woman announced "These majestic forests are being torn down everyday by those who wish to destroy Oregon's beautiful timber under the legislation of President George W. Bush....." followed by a number where I could personally call our governer Ted Kulongowski and beg for the mercy for these voiceless lives. Completely and utterly upset and disturbed beyond belief, every ounce of environmentalist julted in me and I began to sob. Cry? Me? Yep. One of the most destressing and valuable messages was just given to me via cheesy, cheap, am-radio advertising and because of the -3 hours of sleep I just obtained, I was moved beyond belief.

So what did I do? I called the number to get a voicemail with so many number-pressing options it could have been confused for filling some kind of income tax over the phone, hung up, turned on some Simon and Garfunkel, and then took a nap.  ¶ 7:31 PM