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not autumn, and building capital
Dec. 5th, 2009 04:18 pmoutside is a wet snow. it's not supposed to really stick very much. small comfort. i kind of need to go to the grocery store, but there's no way i'm doing it in this. so instead, i ordered an eggplant parm sandwich from the place around the corner. i went out to get it, came home looking like my icon, and i ate the sandwich while watching gh, because i like it when my iq points drop.
i had that four-hour nap last night, got up around 9:15, and was up until 1:45. but then i slept another five hours. and then this afternoon i slept for an hour and a half. dare i hope that i'm getting over the gigantic wall between me, sleep, and wellness? i won't dare. i'll assume it's due to the exhaustion of not getting a whole lot of sleep and going to two shows this week. dear universe, please prove me wrong, kthxbye.
i'm having really strange dreams lately because of the overall lack of sleep. my brain is basically stealing whatever is happening during the day and twisting it slightly and then throwing it back at me while i'm asleep. since i listened to a swell season show yesterday, and then an interview before i went to bed, that's what it gave me back. i dreamt that someone was talking about liking the swell season and connecting with their music, but not getting one thing quite exactly. they were talking to a guitarist, who seemed very interested, so i interrupted and said what they should do was go onto youtube and watch videos of glen hansard and mic christopher busking. the guitarist turned out to be glen hansard and i was mortified. then i woke up.
during the nap in the evening, i had a strange dream in which my friend marc was trying to build a road, but it went through the hall of a building and came out the other side. i was trying to outline and problem solve the multitude of problems i saw with this scenario, because it seemed kind of physically impossible. i didn't think the hall was wide enough for a car, for starters, and plus there was a ninety-degree turn. as i tried to explain my concerns, marc said he hadn't invited me to be mother hen, he just thought i'd want to hang out, and besides, he was getting $10,000 for the job.
in real life, during this week, marc has been joking about how he's just "building capital" with me whenever he does me a favor.
my brain does weird things when it's this tired.
speaking of my brain, i must get back to the episode of gh i'm watching, because i think i accidentally gained an iq point while typing this.
i had that four-hour nap last night, got up around 9:15, and was up until 1:45. but then i slept another five hours. and then this afternoon i slept for an hour and a half. dare i hope that i'm getting over the gigantic wall between me, sleep, and wellness? i won't dare. i'll assume it's due to the exhaustion of not getting a whole lot of sleep and going to two shows this week. dear universe, please prove me wrong, kthxbye.
i'm having really strange dreams lately because of the overall lack of sleep. my brain is basically stealing whatever is happening during the day and twisting it slightly and then throwing it back at me while i'm asleep. since i listened to a swell season show yesterday, and then an interview before i went to bed, that's what it gave me back. i dreamt that someone was talking about liking the swell season and connecting with their music, but not getting one thing quite exactly. they were talking to a guitarist, who seemed very interested, so i interrupted and said what they should do was go onto youtube and watch videos of glen hansard and mic christopher busking. the guitarist turned out to be glen hansard and i was mortified. then i woke up.
during the nap in the evening, i had a strange dream in which my friend marc was trying to build a road, but it went through the hall of a building and came out the other side. i was trying to outline and problem solve the multitude of problems i saw with this scenario, because it seemed kind of physically impossible. i didn't think the hall was wide enough for a car, for starters, and plus there was a ninety-degree turn. as i tried to explain my concerns, marc said he hadn't invited me to be mother hen, he just thought i'd want to hang out, and besides, he was getting $10,000 for the job.
in real life, during this week, marc has been joking about how he's just "building capital" with me whenever he does me a favor.
my brain does weird things when it's this tired.
speaking of my brain, i must get back to the episode of gh i'm watching, because i think i accidentally gained an iq point while typing this.
