Something is amok. Second night in a row with little sleep. I don't feel energized physically at all, but my mind is full of thoughts, not racing really, but semi obsessive.

I saw an old Saturday Night Live episode. The musical guest was White Stripes from way back when. Jack White is pretty amazing. I've barely delved into his music but really want to. I can't believe he's only a little younger than me. Something makes me wish I could spend three hours alone with him.

His.words and music remind me of my old passion for dance even though neither of the songs on the show tonight were really dancable. It's not that. It's something deep about it, and yet not. And yet it is.