Thursday, November 03, 2005
Birth control pills are the new speed
I started on a new pill about a year ago. One that temporarily quelled my seething anti-pharmceutical rants. One that didn't make me fat and prudish. One that didn't make it hard to breathe. One that didn't give me migraines.
What is the key word of the preceding paragraph?
Temporarily.
I have been suffering from insomnia for the past two nights. Never in my life had I had trouble sleeping until about...a year ago. I don't suffer from it all the time, just about...once a month.
As usual, if something is going on with my inner workings, I am pretty much clueless about its possible cause. I am totally disconnected from my own body. I am a cerebral cortex that communicates poorly with the medulla oblongata. I spend my hours lying in a dark room reflecting on why the Spanish don't feel as European as they used to. Trying to recreate Revolution No. 9 in my head. Realizing that as much as I hated the new Woody Allen movie, his script infused new life into my argumentation in favor of a life determined by chance. And that this fascination with everything random has always been a part of me, even before I read the Tao te ching or started kneeling before John Cage. Getting excited for my trip to Chicago, for the microbrews and my very first NBA game.
In short, my mind on insomnia is much like my mind coming down from amphetamines...keeping my poor, sad and confused body conscious just to give brain time to the political implications of the Paris riots. Or the tactile sensation of brushing my teeth. Or the fact that Abbey Lincoln sounds an awful lot like Abe Lincoln and I am a doofus for not realizing it sooner.
What it all comes down to is that these late nights, with the quiet sigh of AssRay beside me and the incessant whine of the cat cutting through the night, I can inventory my random bits of knowledge.
But there is one topic that never comes up. Can you guess what it is?
What is the key word of the preceding paragraph?
Temporarily.
I have been suffering from insomnia for the past two nights. Never in my life had I had trouble sleeping until about...a year ago. I don't suffer from it all the time, just about...once a month.
As usual, if something is going on with my inner workings, I am pretty much clueless about its possible cause. I am totally disconnected from my own body. I am a cerebral cortex that communicates poorly with the medulla oblongata. I spend my hours lying in a dark room reflecting on why the Spanish don't feel as European as they used to. Trying to recreate Revolution No. 9 in my head. Realizing that as much as I hated the new Woody Allen movie, his script infused new life into my argumentation in favor of a life determined by chance. And that this fascination with everything random has always been a part of me, even before I read the Tao te ching or started kneeling before John Cage. Getting excited for my trip to Chicago, for the microbrews and my very first NBA game.
In short, my mind on insomnia is much like my mind coming down from amphetamines...keeping my poor, sad and confused body conscious just to give brain time to the political implications of the Paris riots. Or the tactile sensation of brushing my teeth. Or the fact that Abbey Lincoln sounds an awful lot like Abe Lincoln and I am a doofus for not realizing it sooner.
What it all comes down to is that these late nights, with the quiet sigh of AssRay beside me and the incessant whine of the cat cutting through the night, I can inventory my random bits of knowledge.
But there is one topic that never comes up. Can you guess what it is?
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
In another dimension...
Oh my God. We've entered a time warp.
Last thing I knew I was finishing up my internship and starting classes. Then I experienced a period of missing time. I decided to undergo hypnotic regression to try to recover the last month of my life. Here's what the tapes revealed...
Oh, and is there some kind of roller derby trend in the US? I am getting roller derby enthusiasm from all coasts and the midwest. What up with that?
Last thing I knew I was finishing up my internship and starting classes. Then I experienced a period of missing time. I decided to undergo hypnotic regression to try to recover the last month of my life. Here's what the tapes revealed...
- "The pluralist identity of the Spanish people have facilitated their adhesion to a supranational entity--the EU."
- Wedding. Wedding. Wedding. Crying. Wedding.
- Blood! Blood! Light-headedness. Thinking getting blood drawn is as good as maryjooana.
- This microwave popcorn is making me thirsty.
- A Selma Bouvier halloween costume.
- A sick cat and lots of squishy vomit.
- A new job in French television that has me trying to get interviews with Bill Clinton and Madeleine Albright... "Dear Mr. Turabi..."
- Insomnia. Again. Dammit.
Oh, and is there some kind of roller derby trend in the US? I am getting roller derby enthusiasm from all coasts and the midwest. What up with that?
