Tender is the night. That's when a lot of people sleep, you know. Ah, tender, tender, sleep.
2005-01-25 10:43 a.m.
I'm finally reading Tender is the Night. I keep thinking, "I can not possibly have just read that sentence. NO ONE writes prose that fucking good." But my man F. Scott most certainly does. ("Perverted as a breakfast of oatmeal and hashish"? And later in the same paragraph, "No one knew what this room meant because it was evolving into something else, becoming everything a room was not." I mean, really. How can a sentence like that even exist?
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It's very early. Or, perhaps it's late. Technically, it's 10:47 am, but that's kind of irrelevant. This mortal concept that you call "time" is intruiging, but--Wow. Let's try a sane paragraph now.
Rijid works from 10pm-4ish am. I keep doing foolish things like napping from 2am till he gets home. Sometimes, I go right back to sleep within an hour. Sometimes, I'm really dumb, and read till 7. I couldn't really get back to sleep after that, so at 9 this morning, I finally accepted that I've had all the sleep I can reasonably have for a while. This sucks. I'm not going to get a chance to sleep again for a really long damn time. Coffee can only get me so far. My day is just starting, and I'm already beginning the descent into gibberish. At like 6 tonight, I'm just going to collapse into a whimpering puddle of exhaustion, but then I'll still have to work for FIVE MORE HOURS. Time for coffee!!
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("Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane....There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions, who will do anything." See? DO YOU SEE?? That's exactly what I'm talking about. I'm going to name my firstborn F.)
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Due to a long, complicated string of events, KC used my cell phone last night. When I got home, my phone was not where I left it. "That's fucking great. She took my phone with her. Why did she do that?" (In my defense, I had spent the previous 1/2 hour trying to get my car out of the snowbank where I had foolishly tried to park it. Don't even ask. This is the part of the story where I was in theory not all stupid and sleep-deprived.) At 8am, I realized how smart it would have been to call KC an hour ago, but now she would have left for work STILL WITH MY PHONE and it was too late. I cursed at KC a bit more. At 10am, I randomly found my phone. I'd probably looked right at it at least a dozen times. (KC, even though you didn't even know, I apologise for being so mad at you.) As I picked it up, it started vibrating. It was work calling. "I feel really sick, I only slept for two hours, but I thought, 'Hey, two hours, I'll be fine' but now--" "Hee. Oh, I understand completely! Two hours of sleep is AWESOME!" "*blink blink*(Yes, I heard her blinking into the phone, dammit) Um, OK. *blink blink* But now I feel like shit. Can you come in early tonight?"
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And, that's about where things are right now. Since I was awake so ludicrously early, I did most of the laundry and cleaned my bathroom. This means that tomorrow, when I have the day off, I'll get to sleep. That is going to rock.
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