it is freaking late

i'm listening to cheesy frank sinatra and brian mcknight songs. it is so so late and i am not capable of sleeping right now. i wish i didn't have such a rough time sleeping these days. my mind is rife with extemporaneous stuff, it seems like. i can't get my brain to shut up for two seconds to just sleep. my body is so exhausted, but my brain just goes and goes. even when i do sleep, i am exhausted.today the ying string quartet came in for a master class, and it was completely amazing. i loved it. i didn't know how famous they were so i asked david ying for a lesson. i'm not usually that ballsy, but i just did it. and you know what? he said sure. so going for it pays off sometimes. just sometimes.i'm still trying to figure out why i did though. i don't have anything to play. i suck at what i am trying to learn. it is because david ying with the ying quartet doesn't come around every day. that is why.