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Jan. 4th, 2007



I woke up this morning, but apparantely not altogether successfully. Despite the two cups of coffee I have consumed, I seem to be in this strange place that is trapped between sleeping and awake. I am functioning fairly well - walking, conversing, working efficiently, yet there is a part of me that still feels... off. As if I am sleepwalking. There are moments where I am not sure where I really am - am I really at work, or am I dreaming that I am?

It's an odd experience, I will say. My brain feels like an old-fashioned typewriter. Typing, typing, typing away... and slowly my brain travels to the right more and more. Eventually, I need to push it back to start again.

Perhaps some smelling salts for lunch.

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boymeat
Jan. 4th, 2007 04:24 pm (UTC)
That too.
luna_littleone
Jan. 4th, 2007 04:22 pm (UTC)
I can't reach my email from work so I hope you get this.
I'm either going to be late or not at LPN tonight.
I thought my audition was at 7:00 but it is at 8:15.
I'll do my best to get there late but if they want to keep me there for readings I'm staying.

SORRY!
:(
feyrieprincess
Jan. 4th, 2007 04:27 pm (UTC)
Just don't eat oatmeal with mayonaise...smelling salts are a better choice
boymeat
Jan. 4th, 2007 04:30 pm (UTC)
I have to admit. Your post was... disturbing.

We really need to work on your diet, my dear.
viviane212
Jan. 4th, 2007 06:01 pm (UTC)
My night was like that. I was aware I was half awake, all night. And when that happens, no amount of caffeine works. ;-(
clayfoot
Jan. 4th, 2007 07:29 pm (UTC)
Let me guess...
After three days of drinkin',
you just got an inklin' to go on home.
So, you're walkin' down Atlantic Avenue,
Head hung low, three or four in the mornin'.

The sun's comin' up and the birds are out singing.
You let myself into your pad,
Wind yourself up that spiral staircase,
An' stretch out nice on the chesterfield.

Pithecanthropus Erectus: already on the CD player,
And you just pushed that remote button to sublimity,
And listen to the sweet, sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus,
And J.R. Monterose and Jackie Mclean
Duet on those saxophones.

And the sound made it's way outta the window,
Minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know, and
All of a sudden you're overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality--
'Cause you're gettin' on in the world,
Comin' up on thirty-one years--

Thirty-one stony gray steps towards the grave:
You know the box awaits it's grizzly load.
Now, you're gonna be food for worms.
And just like Charles Mingus wrote
That beautiful piece of music, 'Epitaph for Eric Dolphy',

You said, "So long, Eric.
So long, John Coltrane and Charles Mingus.
So long, Duke Ellington and Lester Young.
So long, Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald.
So long, Jimmy Reed.
So long, Muddy Waters,
and so long, Howlin' Wolf."
em_yrt
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
Obviously it's because you and dahling were riding in a boat down a river in my dream all night. I don't remember what else happened.. but I'm certain that it could explain the exhaustion.
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