2:20 a.m.
blooms on the trees once more, and windows thrown open to the night. certain birds that sing through the middle dark. on the way home from work I’ve been driving with the windows full down, warm wind whipping a cyclone of trash around the interior, inventing madcap hairstyles I check out in the rearview. more ...
insomniariffic
"everything! everything! everything!" (violent femmes) facebook is gobbling up the energy/thoughts I would otherwise expiate here. but abbreviated and at the mercies of a larger and less self-selected/sympathetic audience than voxdom, and so I question the wisdom of this time/energy use. I've been up since approximately 2 (it being now 5:18) at which time the ...
3 a.m.
I will find myself tossing, one side, then the other side, this position and then another, drifting off, dozing, only to jerk awake with a sharp intake of breath at some shapeless dreaming anxiety. who knows what parts it's due to, thirsty, having to pee, distracted by a change in the weather, blinds slapping against ...
quotidian thrash
another fine book with “dog” in the title (no mystery why these jump off the shelf at me)
in the quiet dark
everything slows down enough. life and heart are like that cup running over, and I have been missing time to reflect and mull
meaningless distractions: case in point #45872q20957
so I decided I wanted to photoshop up a spiffy little "Embassador of Vox" sash for karen, just, yknow, because it's so her (and, uh, yeah, this is the sort of thing I do at 3 a.m.). so I did a little google image search for a sash image I could manipulate… and ended up ...
sundayitis ate my brain
sometimes I want to have something coherent and profound to say but just don't. not that that stops me from opening my big gob a good portion of the time regardless. ;) lately this blog seems to be doing a lot of skating along the surface of things– mostly pictures and media posts and not ...
ghost stories and creepy phenomena
I was obsessed with this book as a kid– the haunted houses, the bizarre occurrences of talking animals, the whiff of an underside to this prosaic world. just thought of it. Strange Unsolved Mysteries Margaret Ronan
3 a.m. carolina time
the insomnia knows no time zones. beginning to suspect I may be operating on navarone time, which could substantially foul up my calculations for a certain device I'm contractually prohibited from discussing. likely as not, documented inconsistency of staircases in my "chicago" apartment building denotes a glitch in the matrix. meddling with the time-space continuum ...
to do list, 3 a.m.
wash 5-6 loads at pirate laundromat (braving 100 yds of treacherous snow & ice) done! yeargh! vacuum house, so that pet-sitting friend is not horrified by squalor and fur tumbleweeds sort-of done– that is, did not employ a vacuum per se check flight information for north carolina done pack for trip done, slap-dashedly think up ...