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| Sunrise over TU. Not very impressive this morning. |
Some nights you can't sleep. You just can't. So, instead of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling for hours on end, I decided to head over to (you guessed it) Presser for some late night practice. Seven hours, a visit from a friend, an impromptu jazz theory lesson, some blogging, and some solid time in a practice room, the sun rose. What a strange feeling.
I was never the kind of kid that wanted to stay up all night with friends. I appreciate my sleep far too much for such shenanigans. But this was strangely...satisfying. I was...productive.
Weird.
Hard Days Night - The Beatles
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