Well, it's been a tough day in Lake
||Pulled yet another all-nighter trying to get a client site up.
||Inadvertently went without food for 24 hours.
||Woke up tonight with a sense of longing for something I cannot identify.
When you first wake up after an all night shift, the trees are definitely elephants'
heads. Then you are forced by fatigue into bed during the day, which not only
perpetuates the problem, it also sucks. Today I finally went to sleep around noon,
when the slits of blind-filtered sunlight form a very steep gradient near the
wall of the bedroom. When I came to it was 4, it was raining. Ruin wic thoonder
as I herd it. (ah but that's another digression I'll neglect for now) For 15 years
of my life, I could not sleep during they day. Ignoring a period of extreme infancy,
I slept during the day only once. And on that day, I was sick. There is something
particularly depressing about waking to the waning day. I wish I could wake up
early, like 5am early, every morning, watch the sun rise as I take care of some
of the things that I want to do
Fix a cup of tea...listen to the traffic
report long before the traffic deteriorates. Instead, I stay up and listen to
the crickets. Oh, I'm not complaining, the crickets are great. They sound like
the last breaths of cancer ridden lungs. And what could be great about that? To
have been close enough to the man to have heard the breaths. (ug, I'm digressing
Meanwhile in real unreality...
I do love me some Indian food: Kristen and I decided, after I climbed
out of bed, to go to Havėli for dinner. Oh man, I do love me some Indian
food. Well, tomorrow, I work during the day. For the sake of clarity,