I guess it wasn't the tea.

Last night I barely slept at all, on account of being so nervous about that show we have coming up. When I did sleep, I had weird fragmented dreams about the show and all the possible outcomes.

And then at about 2 or 3 in the morning, I woke up and tore my Led Zeppelin poster off my wall and tried to read the back. I remember doing it, but I don't remember why or what I was trying to read.

Things done while half asleep are awesome and frightening.