you absolutely totally wake up at 1:45 with a minor issue from work the day before suddenly amplified in your head, and you know you're not going back to sleep for some time to come. I am drinking some green tea now, in the belief that possibly this relaxes one, but it probably doesn't. I feel like I am drinking hot water infused with some old paper paste, you know.
Yesterday I saw a young man wearing those shoes I drew for converse. I had to speak to him, which I know is not very cool but the whole thing is so bizarre I feel somewhat detached from it anyway. His pair were very worn. I said, 'excuse me, I know this is the kind of thing an insane person would say, but I designed those shoes'. We had a chat about them. Obviously he liked them, and he said people sometimes stopped him in the street and talked to him about them. It's all so bizarre. The only other real discussion I had seen of them away from myself was people on an online chatty thing discussing how they were too ugly to wear. Fair enough.
(NB These are James Earthenware's pair not the man I talked to). I feel like saying 'I'm still not sure how all that converse thing happened'. But that's not true, I know how it happened. Bono and the Pope sent a letter to the Cannanes and asked them to assist in the fight against AIDS. 'You're the indiest band in the world,' they said, 'help us battle a deadly disease.'
I suppose it's lame to stop someone at the coffee shop and tell them you drew their shoes, but I am still surprised when I see them around and this was the first pair I had seen that were not owned by someone previously known to me. Still, yeah, ok it was lame. I know, I'll wake up at 3:45 and stress about that. (Later: that was a good idea but I was still awake at 3:45)