I’m so tired lately. Every night for the last week or two, I’ve gotten to bed late for one reason or another. Last night it was because Art and I had a brainstorming session about possible ideas for development into films or short films. The night before it was (and this is pretty dumb) because I started playing Civ III while watching TV, but didn’t stop playing when my TV shows ran out at 8 to go to bed; when I looked up from the game it was 11:30 (270 AD in the game). Sunday nights are always bad because the premium channel original programming I pay so much for is mostly on between 10 and 12 PM, Sundays. Saturday night I (foolishly) decided to go to an old LARP, but the people I wanted to hang out with there were just a little too interested in the game and the game was just a little too boring, and went a couple hours too long. Friday night I saw Sorority Boys, E.T., and Blade II. Before that is a blur. Blurry because I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately to coherently remember week-old events, but also because I wasn’t getting enough sleep then to form and process new memories properly.
Author: Teel
My head is bleeding
So I was rubbing my head again (as I am want to do, what with it being nearly hairless), and I noticed a little rough patch. Not rough like the short stubble now populating the surface of my skull, but something different. I didn’t remember wounding my head, so I didn’t think it was a scab. I picked at it a little, and couldn’t figure out what was stuck to my head. I peeled of a piece a little bigger than a square cm, and found that it was indeed a scab & that I was now bleeding from the head. I have a small tender spot on the back of my head (just behind my left ear, actually) that appears to have been harmed in some way without my knowledge. I do not recall any damage being done, so I natually assume that someone was trying to install a port for microsofts in my head while I was sleeping this morning.
A natural conclusion, right?
By myself I’m baking
Brownies for dinner again.
Craving something else:
Tongues touching,
soft lips on
supple skin,
four arms holding
warmth together.
Smiles through kisses.
Chocolate’s not the same.
Remembering something lost.
Innocence and happiness:
Before sex,
being together
meant everything,
holding your hand
really meant something.
Simple pleasures shared.
Everything has changed now.
Thinking too, too much.
Looking for something:
Too much meaning,
connections to
someone else,
something lasting
with a name.
Aware of an ending.
Overlooking simply living.
I want it back.
The way it should be:
Young hearts,
full of hope
and dreams,
blind to
everything.
Bliss without agony.
Baking brownies together.
My vision is closing in on me
My vision is going. I remember that when I was young I had “better than perfect vision.” I commonly tested to have vision at the best they could measure, 20/12 or 20/15. A couple years ago I got my vision checked so I could get contact lenses, and I found that my vision was about 20/25 in both eyes. I am fairly certain it has been getting worse in the last couple of years, too. I’m certain that this is due (in part) to eye strain from sitting in front of a computer all day every day for the last five years. I’ve begun to notice that I can’t read 12pt fonts on papers hanging on walls only 7-8ft away, or text on the computer screen in the next cube. I feel like I’ll still be able to function, but in an increasingly small world. I imagine a sphere with me at the center past which small things cannot pass, growing increasingly small, closing in on me. I imagine that eventually the sphere will be at arms’ reach, and it will keep things smaller than a couple of inches from entering my perception. I imagine that I am encased in a blurry glass bubble that I am slowly breathing the air out of; it is closing in on me and making the world outside the bubble bigger and the wold I can see clearly smaller all the time.
I do not worry that I will not be able to function, though. I’ll still be able to see what’s in the bubble, right? Until it closes in on my head and I lose sight of the whole world, I guess.
Burn, Baby Burn!
So, I was reading l.y.d., and he linked to Burn, Baby Burn! Now, being a good little websurfer, I clicked on the link, and being a weblogger that no one has heard of, I want to be a part of the community, so I signed up. I have probably over 400 CDs and the new iMac w/iTunes makes this little project fun and easy. Plus, I’ll get to hear what 5 other bloggers think “summer music” means.
Oh, and if you have a weblog and can burn CDs, you should sign up, since they’re already pretty overwhelmed, getting more than 10x more people signing up in the first 48hrs than they expected to sign up total.