Reset Forty-Four, Day Thirteen
Sep. 25th, 2022 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSaturday ended with a nap, and the nap ended about two o'clock in the morning with a nightmare. The dream was both horrifying and ridiculous, and I knew I was dreaming and was trying to wake up, but something kept puling me back into it, which made it even worse. When I did finally wake, I was about as miserable as I've ever been in my life, and remained so until, attempting to distract myself, I went on the Idernet and came across something that I found hilarious, which restored my good humor. I'm glad I don't have dreams like that all the time, and would probably find life intolerable if they became a regular feature of it. Also, I need the Idernet way too much.
After that I went to YouTube and watched Rick Astley videos, because nothing really terrible can happen while you are watching Rick Astley, right? And noting did! I might risk watching some Coldplay or Foo Fighters now. Not for long, because I think I ought to go back to bed. If I don't, my sleep pattern might get too weird, by which I mean totally unpatterned. I suppose I should expect weirdness, though, as it seems to be the norm anymore. Maybe I ought to have gotten drunk, but I keep forgetting I have liquor. See? Weird!
Sunday Verse
by William Meredith
Whether it's sunny or not, it's sure
To be enormously complex—
Trees or streets outdoors, indoors whoever you share,
And yourself, thirsty, hungry, washing,
An attitude towards sex.
No wonder half of you wants to stay
With your head dark and wishing
Rather than take it all on again:
Weren't you duped yesterday?
Things are not orderly here, no matter what they say.
But the clock goes off, if you have a dog
It wags, if you get up now you'll be less
Late. Life is some kind of loathsome hag
Who is forever threatening to turn beautiful.
Now she gives you a quick toothpaste kiss
And puts a glass of cold cranberry juice,
Like a big fake garnet, in your hand.
Cranberry juice! You're lucky, on the whole,
But there is a great deal about it you don't understand.
After that I went to YouTube and watched Rick Astley videos, because nothing really terrible can happen while you are watching Rick Astley, right? And noting did! I might risk watching some Coldplay or Foo Fighters now. Not for long, because I think I ought to go back to bed. If I don't, my sleep pattern might get too weird, by which I mean totally unpatterned. I suppose I should expect weirdness, though, as it seems to be the norm anymore. Maybe I ought to have gotten drunk, but I keep forgetting I have liquor. See? Weird!
Sunday Verse
Poem About Morning
by William Meredith
Whether it's sunny or not, it's sure
To be enormously complex—
Trees or streets outdoors, indoors whoever you share,
And yourself, thirsty, hungry, washing,
An attitude towards sex.
No wonder half of you wants to stay
With your head dark and wishing
Rather than take it all on again:
Weren't you duped yesterday?
Things are not orderly here, no matter what they say.
But the clock goes off, if you have a dog
It wags, if you get up now you'll be less
Late. Life is some kind of loathsome hag
Who is forever threatening to turn beautiful.
Now she gives you a quick toothpaste kiss
And puts a glass of cold cranberry juice,
Like a big fake garnet, in your hand.
Cranberry juice! You're lucky, on the whole,
But there is a great deal about it you don't understand.
