Well, it's been a
Aug 28 2001
Well, it's been a tough day in Lake
Wobegon.
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 (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner- ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) 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 again)
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, I better.
| ~ | 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 (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner- ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) 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 again)
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, I better.