Biomusicology

I've been having some strange dreams the past couple of nights, most involving a particular old friend/current acquaintance putting the moves on a certain former girlfriend. The dream is pretty sickening (which warrants some meditation as to why, but that's for another day) and my initial impression upon awakening is that I had just experienced a nightmare.
Last night, off some kind of "spur of the moment" idea, Aaron and I decided to drive down to Urbana. It was to be (and successfully so) a short, one night trip because I had to be at work by 3 PM today.
I arrived at Matsuo's apartment around 11:15 after dropping Aaron off with Neil. Matsuo, though, had gone to St. Louis for the night, Earl was back in Chicago for the weekend, and Woj and Tiki weren't accessible by phone. Christina was up for going out, thankfully (I was thankful, not her. Well, she may have been. I didn't ask), and we met at some bar called the White Horse. Woj and Tiki eventually met us and we all headed to Murphy's. Blah blah blah. This story has no substance and lacks a point, so I'll skip ahead.
I woke up to the sound of Hokestra's girlfriend's moaning interspersed with the steady rhythm of the mattress springs being compressed and uncompressed. I don't think I realized it at that moment, but the dream I was having earlier was quite vivid: I decided to be a good citizen of the democracy I was living in and go to the voting booth to cast my opinion. Something was strange as I didn't recognize any candidates. Then I noticed that what was up for election was actually a poll on what book was best. I wasn't familiar with any of the titles, and then I probably woke up.
So there's that: from borderline nightmares in Chicago to voting for books in Urbana.
What else?
Well, I noticed that I'm doing a very half-assed version of preparing for the future. Here's what I mean:
I eat very well (relatively, I suppose). Everyday I eat yogurt and a banana and a Clif bar and I drink lots of water and don't often overdo candy or soda or liquor. I eat pasta the night before a long day so as to have plenty of carbohydrates to burn. Uh... I drink whole milk with my cereal, with a glass of orange juice. I don't put sugar in my coffee.
Outside of my diet, I brush twice a day and floss at night. I have an exercise routine that's simple yet challenging that I get around to almost every morning. I rarely smoke cigarettes three days in a row (two is pretty rare, too) and I often take 5-10 days off between nights of chain-smoking.
I think that's all that bares mentioning.
So what's wrong with me? Am I anemic? That might explain the excessive bleeding when I get a tattoo, and the excessive cold I feel when the weather isn't even that bad. But why do I pee so often? Is that just because of the excessive intake of coffee and water? And why am I always so tired? I drink a ton of coffee, I take naps, and every night I get at least 6 hours of sleep.
So here's a solution that I have not yet fully endorsed:
Go all in. Cigarettes. Bourbon. Beef jerky. Healthy food. Getting high. Candy. Making music. Writing. Y'know, living by the whim.
Drawbacks: my attention span goes down, making reading very difficult. Writing in short spurts would be fine for music or errant ranting.
I don't know. Something needs to change. I need to be more productive. Oh, and Woj said I'm bad at women. So there's that. I guess I'll have to hone those skills. Huh.
Oh, so how's this for a strange night to prompt bad dreams?:
Thursday night I saw Steve's new band, Marshfield, play at the Spot on Broadway. I wasn't sure if anyone I knew would go as no one responded to text messages. I had drunkenly promised Steve I'd make it, though, and I try to make it a point to keep every promise, especially drunken (though a few fall through the cracks). Aaron catches me as I'm walking in, so I figured I'd have good company and a ride home, if nothing else. We made our way upstairs and to the bar where I paid $4 (+ $1 tip) for a Budweiser. Wanting to shoot myself in the face after metaphorically shooting myself in the foot, I started to turn away from the bar when my attention was caught by a guy on the other side of the bar. I gave a knowing glance and head nod before turning back to Aaron. I should mention that I didn't recognize this particular person because my vision is terrible.
Anyhow, I'm at work and I should wrap this up: the guy I didn't recognize was Dick. We got to talking and eventually went to Nick's Uptown after the show. We hung out until like 3 that morning and... yeah. That's strange, huh? Oh, and Aaron's friend Greg was there. That's weird because he was (or is) dating Teela. I probably gave him the cold shoulder more than I should have, but what was I to do? Teela's unpredictable in the sense that she could have shared her take on my entire life story with him, or he could know that she thinks I'm a great big asshole. So yeah, that was weird. Anyways, I'm going to smoke a cigarette then get back to work.