October 16th, 2001

nanowrimo 2010

I didn't sleep at all well

Up'n'down

An unquiet night last night left me tired on awakening.

I didn't dream at all last night. This is almost a relief. I recall waking around 2:00 thinking I had been flying. I remember nothing of the night but that feeling.

I am cold this morning for no particular reason. The temperature out is 52° and inside it is 73°. There is no reason why I should be cold.

Pre-surgery jitters are getting me down. I am not looking forward to Thursday. I don't know why this bothers me. I went into a previous and much more serious surgery with little trepidation. I am bothered by this. There is no reason for me to be bothered.

By way of amusing myself I have been trying to think of the perfect phrase to speak upon awakening from anesthesia:
  1. Beware the Snuffaluffagus!
  2. Qui a coupé la fromage?
  3. Take me to your leader.
  4. Oh Miss! What time to we get to Chattahoochie?
  5. They brought me back! The aliens broght me back!
  6. There's no place like home! There's no place like home!
  7. And the Lord said unto me "Go forth and found upon the earth a New Order, O first of the Jedi."
  8. Eight. You're holding up eight fingers. What are you an alien?
  9. I didn't know monkeys could swim!
  10. I can see! I can see! But… who am I?
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    stressed stressed
nanowrimo 2010

Epiphany?

Revelation

I went to the mall today with my family seeking wool-polyester blend pants that are lined. No dice. Such were not to be found at Sears or Penny's. Dillard's was a bingo but at an unacceptable price. C'est faire du shopping.

The revelation involved was that I am really not very good at getting around in unfamiliar surroundings. At home I know where everything is and I only rarely bump into things. In the mall, I learned how to find my way around with my shins. Bumping things in the mall gives me a feeling like seeing smoke against a clear sky and discovering the fire is burning books. It is, in short, profoundly and deeply disturbing on a level fundamental to my consciousness.

There are a number of things I can't do anymore. The list is growing and I don't like it. Shopping is annoying because not only am I having trouble navigating, but I just realized that I can no longer choose my own clothes. I don't like being dressed by my mother at my age (or by my sister for that matter). I am tempted to acquire a wife because it seems more dignified to be dressed by her than by my mother. *groans*

I suppose I'm whining. I'll shut up now.
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    uncomfortable uncomfortable