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By the time evening rolls around, if I'm not waking from a nap then I'm probably getting tired enough to take one. By midnight I can be utterly exhausted, if I haven't already crashed. That's what happened Wednesday, and it was complicated by the fact that I thought it was Thursday already. How did I lose track of a whole day? I don't even bother to ask myself that anymore, it happens so often. On discovering it isn't what I thought it was I just say, oh, again?
But Wednesday I was expecting to wake up about three o'clock in the morning, and I did, but then I went back to sleep about three times, and finally got up long after dawn. Sleeping something so close to a normal schedule is disorienting to me. I wake up and have no idea what to do with myself. So I do random stuff and time wastes away and soon it's midmorning and I have to start thinking about eating some actual food, even though I'd rather not (either think or eat.) How did life get so complicated when it got simpler? Something to do with my brain falling apart, probably.
Some slippers I bought from Kohl's are slowly disintegrating and leaving little bits of their soles all over the apartment. My brain is doing the same thing, only its discarded bits are invisible. I sure wouldn't want to be walking around in my brain these days though. It can't be trusted anymore.
As an avoidance aid I found this video at YouTube of Bach's G Minor fugue played by a saxophone quartet. The video has an annoying glitch a around the 1:10 mark, but aside from that it's enjoyable. That's also a lot like my brain.
But Wednesday I was expecting to wake up about three o'clock in the morning, and I did, but then I went back to sleep about three times, and finally got up long after dawn. Sleeping something so close to a normal schedule is disorienting to me. I wake up and have no idea what to do with myself. So I do random stuff and time wastes away and soon it's midmorning and I have to start thinking about eating some actual food, even though I'd rather not (either think or eat.) How did life get so complicated when it got simpler? Something to do with my brain falling apart, probably.
Some slippers I bought from Kohl's are slowly disintegrating and leaving little bits of their soles all over the apartment. My brain is doing the same thing, only its discarded bits are invisible. I sure wouldn't want to be walking around in my brain these days though. It can't be trusted anymore.
As an avoidance aid I found this video at YouTube of Bach's G Minor fugue played by a saxophone quartet. The video has an annoying glitch a around the 1:10 mark, but aside from that it's enjoyable. That's also a lot like my brain.
