demon on my shoulder

it's my day off, and it's still early so i'm drinking a peach banana smoothie, but beer will probably come into play at some point. i had some really wild nights this week, like 2hrs of sleep, waking up in strange places to get back to the boat and make breakfast at 6 kinda' nights. too many recent nights eating dinner, maybe a movie with the crew, or just reading a book and then off to bed. i have a lot more energy the next day, but something makes me want more. i can feel it building; at first i enjoy being "responsible," then i start feeling stuck, then i get the feeling that if i don't go out and do something i'm gonna' freak out. what is that strange force in some of us that makes us do these things? it's like another personality, or like an old cartoon- a little rock and roll demon that sits on my shoulder, beats the crap out of the little sailor angel on the other shoulder and and tells me what to do. once i get the itch i can't shake it. i'll feel like death the morning after, but damn it's fun.