1. I'm sitting in my cousin's living room. Four people are sleeping. The fifth person is typing this blog. Their sleep schedules are a matter of convenience. They are in their late teens, and seek a nightlife. In Vegas, a "nightlife" means something completely different than it does in Cleveland. Nightlife is "working" the graveyard shift, or partying, whichever the case may be. The pay off to the convenience is that they avoid the sun. In a group on SuicideGirls, I was given tips to "survive" here. They entail an option of points: Water and blistex are your best friend. If neither, assume a vampiric sleep schedule. It's all a matter of convenience.

2. I try to polarize my sleep schedule from my roommate's. I seek a job, doing what I always do; that is, cooking. I can't afford the irresponsibilities of sleeping when I want, only to have a job offer land on my lap whilst I slumber. At first, it was futile. The drive from Sonoma to Cleveland, a cruise to Pittsburgh, a flight to Las Vegas connecting in Atlanta, and all in the span of just less than 7 days (or just more, if you take out the timezones)... "Jet lag" does not begin to discribe the way I felt.

3. I happened to have a job offer land in my lap today; an offer from a restaurant called "Koi." It's a Japanese-Californian restaurant. Number one in Planet Hollywood, and from what I was told, well on it's way to number one in the city. They are still with in their inception, and in my experience, adaptation with not be difficult. The chef antagonized me, played the Devil's Advocate. "Well, what's the most you've served in one night?" My response: "220." "Welcome to Las Vegas. We did 300 [on a Monday night]. And 500 on Saturday! Are you ready for that?" "How many people do you have on your line?" His response: "Nine." "That 220 was between three." Fuck yeah I'm ready for that. He was concerned that I've never worked with Asian product before. My response: "That's why I came here. I have to learn sometime." He was impressed that I had shown up 20 minutes after he called for the interview. I feel very confident about this position.

4. I write to because it's cathartic. I write because I'm trying to take my mind off of what bothers me. Or to express the things that bother me. I suppose this was only inevitable:

5. I need Willow here. Right here. In my arms. I love her. I am in love with her. It's only a matter of time.

Bibliography:
1. See www.suicidegirls.com (Not work friendly)
2. See Chuck Palahniuk's book "Fight Club" for references to insomnia
3. See www.koirestaurant.com
4. See the part of my brain that rationalizes catharsis
5. See Informatik's song "A Matter of Time"