my head is shaved, my head is wired
Mar. 30th, 2008 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kleenexwomanI've had a decent weekend so far. Came home on Friday and my roommates were waiting for me to drive them to a concert, which wasn't even that far, and the music was quite good, and I did have to pay cover but they bought me a CD of the band that I liked--TubeDebut, which had organ sounds and horn sounds and sounded like Queen but less bombastic, and they sang about scientists and cyborgs and the magicians from The Prestige, and everyone was skinny and wearing knit hats.
And then yesterday I went to game, and it was canceled so we all went to Cranker's and drank coffee and told dirty jokes for four hours, and then I didn't want to go home after that so I stopped on Main Street for a hot dog and I told the kids at His House about how they had to make sure their hot dogs were kosher and that I expressed my spirituality through writing stories about robots, and that I wanted to take over the world. (I wasn't being a douche. These topics just came up in normal conversation.) And this boy gave me his tie.
And today the cats are being very nice to me, and I'm going to vacuum the main room and Sammi even tidied up for me, and it's spring and warm out and I feel really good about the world and people in general, and I have some good ideas for stories and things. And Fiction Collective is later and I made plans to hang out with a friend and watch bad movies. And that would be great except that it's 9 AM on a Sunday morning and for the fucking life of me I still cannot get to sleep.
So instead of taking a pill or counting sheep like a smart girl, I am looking up angelic and demonic hierarchies on Wikipedia and pondering whether anyone would catch me if I borrowed a few concepts from Good Omens for a story set in another fictional universe entirely. This is such a silly idea but it will just not leave me alone.
And then yesterday I went to game, and it was canceled so we all went to Cranker's and drank coffee and told dirty jokes for four hours, and then I didn't want to go home after that so I stopped on Main Street for a hot dog and I told the kids at His House about how they had to make sure their hot dogs were kosher and that I expressed my spirituality through writing stories about robots, and that I wanted to take over the world. (I wasn't being a douche. These topics just came up in normal conversation.) And this boy gave me his tie.
And today the cats are being very nice to me, and I'm going to vacuum the main room and Sammi even tidied up for me, and it's spring and warm out and I feel really good about the world and people in general, and I have some good ideas for stories and things. And Fiction Collective is later and I made plans to hang out with a friend and watch bad movies. And that would be great except that it's 9 AM on a Sunday morning and for the fucking life of me I still cannot get to sleep.
So instead of taking a pill or counting sheep like a smart girl, I am looking up angelic and demonic hierarchies on Wikipedia and pondering whether anyone would catch me if I borrowed a few concepts from Good Omens for a story set in another fictional universe entirely. This is such a silly idea but it will just not leave me alone.
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Date: 2008-03-31 04:10 pm (UTC)I never got the whole "counting sheep" thing. Every time I tried it, my brain got too overexcited and visual, and it just kept me awake. Then I thought maybe the secret was just in the counting, but no -- the numbers started popping up visually, and I found I couldn't stop, and before I knew it I'd been awake all night. If I'm wired and really can't conk out the only things that work area knockout pill or else some, um, natural self-relaxation methods. If you get my drift.
*throws a handful of popcorn at your mouth because I've got too much of it*