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greygirlbeast) wrote2011-05-28 01:14 pm
greygirlbeast) wrote2011-05-28 01:14 pm
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[Insert Zombie Noises Here]
So, last night Mister Insomnia, he makes a house call. Which really didn't surprise me, as he'd made a house call the night before. But, last night, I resolve to kill the sorry motherfucker. I triple the usual dosage of the Good-Worker-Bee Pill. Ol' Mister Insomnia, he just laughed. I didn't even feel the pills. Sometime after dawn, Mister Insomnia grew bored, tossed me aside the way King Kong tosses aside all those blondes who aren't Naomi Watts, and he went off to torture someone else. Some day-sleeper, I suppose. And finally the pills kicked in, and I slept the sleep of the wicked and dead until Spooky woke me about noon. I needed help to walk to the kitchen table, pretty much. Now, I'm sitting up straight, but the pills are still going strong. I might be conscious and cognizant by three p.m. This is sort of like waking with a really bad hangover, and you lie still – hurting and ill – aware that you're about to puke, but unable to remember why. Then you do remember why, and you realize that at least you feel this shitty because there was fun beforehand. This is like that. Only I finally realized there was no fun beforehand.
Okay. Stop talking about that. It's not going to help.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,109 words on a new vignette, "Figurehead," for Sirenia Digest #67. The plan was to finish it today and tomorrow. Only, today I'm...this. So, instead, I might hope I can at least get through the line edits for "Fake Plastic Trees" (which sold to Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling's After, in case I forgot to mention that).
Last night, we watched the saddest car wreck of a werewolf film. Scottish werewolves. I used to think Dog Soldiers would always be the worst Scottish werewolf film of all time. Au contraire, mon frère...au contraire. Because last night we watched Craig Strachan's Wild Country (2005), in which five Scottish teenagers – who, I swear to gods, had accents so heavy we needed fucking subtitles – are pursued through the Highlands by people in bear suits. Badly sewn bear suits. So, don't watch this movie, okay? Don't cause my suffering to have been in vain.
Oh, look. An eye booger.
Clearly, I should not be blogging at this particular moment.
P.S. – The moral of our story: Do not try to poison Insomnia, because he will fuck you up.
Okay. Stop talking about that. It's not going to help.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,109 words on a new vignette, "Figurehead," for Sirenia Digest #67. The plan was to finish it today and tomorrow. Only, today I'm...this. So, instead, I might hope I can at least get through the line edits for "Fake Plastic Trees" (which sold to Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling's After, in case I forgot to mention that).
Last night, we watched the saddest car wreck of a werewolf film. Scottish werewolves. I used to think Dog Soldiers would always be the worst Scottish werewolf film of all time. Au contraire, mon frère...au contraire. Because last night we watched Craig Strachan's Wild Country (2005), in which five Scottish teenagers – who, I swear to gods, had accents so heavy we needed fucking subtitles – are pursued through the Highlands by people in bear suits. Badly sewn bear suits. So, don't watch this movie, okay? Don't cause my suffering to have been in vain.
Oh, look. An eye booger.
Clearly, I should not be blogging at this particular moment.
P.S. – The moral of our story: Do not try to poison Insomnia, because he will fuck you up.
Why get up?
Sleep is the best part of life - take it when you can get it, I say.
I had pretty good luck holding to a ~30 hour cycle for a couple of years when I was doing contract work and didn't have to stick to "office hours". My waking schedule shifted by 6 hours every day, but that was fine.
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That is the coolest thing ever! Thank you!
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If you're drugged to the point of grogginess, why not sleep it off?
On the surface, yes, this seems to make sense. However, to begin with, I sleep today, I don't sleep tonight, and the problem is perpetuated. And if I don't keep to some vague semblance of an "awake during the day" schedule, I get nuts. Plus, though I am a writer who works from home, there are things (emails, phone calls, etc.) that demand of me consciousness during "working hours."
Sleep is the best part of life -
Not with my nightmares. I'd stop sleeping tomorrow, forever, given the opportunity.
My waking schedule shifted by 6 hours every day, but that was fine.
My head would blow up. Really.
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This is a shame. I know some folk who would consider being chased around the Highlands by men in bear suits a rollicking good weekend.
Sideways thought: Replace "werewolves" with "Picts" and you'd have a Robert E. Howard story.
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It's simply not an option for me, as I have explained.
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Inspiration comes in strange places.
Here's hoping your hangover dissipates (I only ever poison Insomnia with trazadone and whiskey -- and yes, there's no fun before hand. I wouldn't recommend that strategy either.
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What is this revolution you speak of?
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Here's hoping your hangover dissipates
In the past five and a half hours, with the application of various other drugs and Red Bull and lots of tea and fruit juice and a certain amount of protein...it's better.
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The eagle flies at midnight.
(due to insomnia)
(which, incidentally, Karl Marx also had problems with)
(that is all)
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That's how one knows the owls are not as they seem.
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Okay. I'm lost.
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Explained!
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Credit Charles Schultz. That will suffice.
Re: Explained!
Believe it or not, I've seen virtually none of Twin Peaks.