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 |  Welcome to The Library. Randomness happens, Studyees. |
 I figured it was about time I started keeping track of silly thoughts or strange things I see from time to time. Sometimes it's vulgar. Sometimes it's sad. And even on some rare occasions, it's a riot!  I think a therapist would have a field day with this...oh wait...I already tried that, to no avail. I guess the rest is up to you. So feel free to stick your takes in The Drop-Off at any time, and don't hold back. Give it to me! Studyees, you get prime real estate in The Library, so make it count. Peace out NOW! 
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| OK I'm angry today, no sense denying it. Stepped out for a smoke thinking that might help. Wrong move sucka. Believe it or not I tend to be a really private person. Especially in moods like the one I'm in now. I don't like being approached by strangers. Especially when I'm enjoying a cigarette. I prefer to be alone in my head exploring my thoughts. Some call it "dwelling". OK I'll bite. I'm a dweller. To a fault. I should just go home, sit on the couch and read a book or two. So this guy says something about the weather. I smile and say something polite so this guy doesn't know I'm annoyed by him standing next to me. He crosses the street and waves at the car that stops to let him pass. Even his wave is annoying. It's a full shake of the hand, like he's the princess waving to her crowd. He gets in his car and makes a left turn onto the street, waving at the car that let him out. Again with the full open-hand wave. I'm not in the mood for chipper old people. I really just wanna rent a U-haul, load up all my shit and get the hell outta here. Set up shop someplace else where noone knows me. Maybe make a new start. But I won't do it. And that's depressing. |
| Apparently I can't be grateful to certain folks without pissing them off. I think I'm gonna avoid looking at email the rest of the day. I've got plenty of work ahead of me anyway. Cut out the middleman and avoid the machine all together. No news is better than bad news I figure. If anyone needs me, I'll have my AIM on: hailtothethird . If I don't answer right away, it's cuz I'm not paying attention to technology today. I'm too frustrated at this moment to be consumed by anything else. Music: "Workin' On Leavin' The Living" by Modest Mouse (Building Nothing Out Of Something). Somedays it's just too damn hard being a hermit. |
| So we didn't get so much of the snow we were supposed to, but we got enough. In all the years I've lived in my apartment (Penora St. Pride, 7 yrs strong and still growin'), today was the first time ever my screen door was frozen shut from top to bottom. That's not so much a good feeling! I decided late last night to take on a major project. Of all my writing, maybe 5% of it is actually on display here at WDC. I came across an old notebook from late 2002, and I plan on posting everything in it eventually. There isn't a notebook I own that I feel so comfortable with. I guess you can call that good news. A crazy note in today's news...and I broke tradition today. I grab my newspaper, flirt aimlessly with the counterhelp, and make my way to the deli. I get my salami sangwich, and usually I read the sports section first. Not today. Couldn't bring myself to see the commentary on yesterday's hockey trades (and in a correction, today I've traded my blue and gold Sabres jersey for the blue and gold of Notre Dame...I can't find my St. Louis jersey). Reading the front pages, I come across this, from Luxembourg: Court Says Parmesan Is Only From Parma I guess wars and political races and murders and corruption had the day off, and this particular government is solely concerned about its cheese. And I love me some cheese yo, but not to the level where my government should be so concerned that its cheese should be legally called a derivative of where it came from. Perhaps the European Union should be more concerned about subjecting us to Pete Doherty and Amy Winehouse before they start getting all up in my favorite pasta topping. And while I realize it's only a tiny 6 paragraph article, the mere fact that this makes page A3 of the paper is astounding. In other info, I was gonna war on something today, but I totally forgot what. Maybe it's the mind-numbingness that's occurring weatherwise. Promised my sis the next time she visited I'm taking her to the Broadway Deli, cuz it's that good. And after helping Dave move last weekend, on tap is my bro and stepmom moving at the ungodly hour of 8am friday, then my dad moving on saturday (finally I can get him all the stuff I'm giving him out of my place...the recliner, pots and pans, vaccuum cleaner, end table). Plus I'm prolly going back w/El Prez David to his old place to throw out all the garbage. I don't even want to get into that...the scope is ridiculous. Compactor bags x "full-on moving on with your life", divided by Cheektowaga's new trash laws = the transportation of trash to Goodwill, Depew, Hamburg, and wherever else we can legally find a place to dispose of about 35 gigantic bags of trash. Aye. Love the kid, would do anything for him, but I never imagined this. Cripes  . Otherwise, it's a fantastic day...the neighbor's kid is in the local HS basketball playoffs, my bro was bitching about all the football and baseball cards I collected as a kid that he forgot I gifted to him when I moved out (seriously, I had waaaaay too many to want to move or store myself), his words were, and I quote directly from his unsolicited text message received last night: "Omg all your baseball cards and shit that you gave me that I wasn't aware of happening til we moved last time are a pain in my ass there's like 5 boxes filled of cards and were still finding more!" Shit I didn't even think I had that much. Poor kid. Eh, no. He works out. Maybe if he wasn't tatting up the inside of his lip he wouldn't be whining! Just kidding bro, you know I love you, and that stuff's gotta have some real value (moreso than just being a piece of my youth), so suck it up and move that shit!Anyways, have a fantastic day...on to your emails, love letters and death threats...  |
| Today's the day. The NHL trade deadline has come and gone. When the Sabres are doing well, I'm excited...are they buyers or sellers? It's almost like Christmas Eve all over again..."What's in that box?" "I wonder what my love got me?" Only the hockey gods left a bunch of coal in my stocking this year. It appears as if the Sabres have given up on the season, trading their best defenseman and a low round draft pick to San Jose (they still have a team?) for an underachieving forward I've never heard of and a first round pick in the draft. I hate to say this, but I understand it. But that doesn't mean I have to accept it. I guess it's cool to get something in return for a player you weren't going to resign anyway at the end of the year, and given Buffalo's reputation for bungling free agent negotiations, a trade sort of makes sense. Do I think we could've gotten more? Yes. Absolutely. But my primary train of thought was this: with plenty of room under the salary cap and on the fringes of making the playoffs, I honestly thought we were one or two players away from making a greater push in the standings. Instead, GM Darcy Regier has basically dismantled the NHL's arguably best team in 2006-2007. I fully believe he could've done a hell of a lot more to lock Brian Campbell up long term at a reasonable, satisfactory price. This team just does not know how to handle its money players. I'm already fearful of what's gonna happen next summer When Ryan Miller hits the market. And why did we add a first round bust to a team already full of players who aren't playing to their potential? Yeah I'm lookin' right at you, Maxim Afinogenov. I'm sure there're still a few teams that covet your speed, and remember that you once led the the Sabres in scoring. And sure, you're injured right now, but you were nowhere to be found earlier in the season. The only place you could be seen was on the back of milk cartons ("Have you seen this Forward?"). And I don't even care that I met you and your hot girlfriend once, or that you seemed like a really nice guy. The Sabres pay you to score goals, not blondes! So it is with a heavy heart I type this today. I feel like I was promised a pony and got bad sweater instead. Or when my mom said I'd be getting a car when I turned 16, and I did...complete with Matchbox packaging. I guess I can hang my blue and gold Sabres jersey back up in the closet and replace it with my blue and gold St. Louis Blues jersey, because it just doesn't matter anymore this year. At least I had no expectations for St. Louis. |
In another turn of incredible fortune this week, I got my first ever Merit Badge! Bigtime thanks to Violet The Nun-MY POEMS R GONE  , who recognizes that even if I know how to play all of no instruments, I'm still deserving of the Music Merit Badge. What a cool honor!What isn't cool, however, is the damn foot of snow they keep talking about, that we're supposed to get between now and tomorrow morning (although it looks like it's stopped snowing, for now). Otherwise, everything else is in a pretty fair state of balance today. Everyone sounds like they're falling apart in one way or another; for the first time in quite a long time I feel pretty solid. I guess if I don't have my own troubles I can't keep myself from being concerned about someone else's, which in turn tends to lead me back to my own neglect of self. A vicious circle and I'm sure in no way can be healthy. I don't mind though. I brought extra hugs today to keep everyone warm. |
| Many thanks to the "Secret Pal" who gifted me w/ a week of C-note cheer. Awfully nice of ya. |
| So yesterday I had those 2 Mountain Dew Amp energy drinks and was a gigantic ball of energy, too much apparently for my own good. By the time I got home last night I felt as if I'd just run 3 marathons back-to-back-to-back, and was shaking and sweating worse than alcohol withdrawl. Needless to say, the crash is every bit as spectacular as the ascent. Sad sight of the day: seeing frozen roadkill on top of a crusty snowbank. You know when you look at something just long enough to not know what it is until it's too late and you realize it's not something you want to see? That was me. Disturbing quote of the day in today's newspaper: In an article about the dangers of sleep medications (both prescription and OTC), this was offered from Mark Boesen, spokesman for the American Pharmacists Association, "There isn't any absolutely safe medication." If this doesn't freak me out and make me distrust doctors and western medicine any more, nothing will. Sad sight of the day II: Last night was the last night for my favorite pair of PJ pants. I went to sit down and enjoy a sub for a late dinner and I blew the knee right out of them. They were very soft, well-worn and a steady companion; may they rest in peace. Or pieces, as this morning I ressurected them as a pair of shorts. And what did I absolutely have to stop for on the way to the deli for lunch before I made it here? A Mountain Dew Amp. There could be worse things in life. I need to create more good, clean excitement for myself. |
| I was emailing someone something and all the sudden this random blast from my past erupted outta me, from where I do not know: "I've gotten the cartoon comparison too, it's kinda wild. One time at the Electronics store we all drempt up what it'd be like if we all had our own lil poseable action figures...Gussy was gonna have a skateboard (he used to do the kick, push thing pretending he was on one) and when you pressed a button he'd say "Giddy-up", Chachi would do his Pesci imitation while sipping a juice box and holding it with 2 hands like a kindergartener, Stone would mosh (he called it the one-armed gorilla) and say his last name (Stone) with a long, drawn out lisp (I know, you're saying it to yourself out loud, caught ya!), Boergers would fold t-shirts and swing a golf club and yell "Stink!" annoyingly, cuz he was an annoying fucker, and I'd tool around on the imaginary scooter with a big mug of beer or a bottle of Crown, sayin "'Sup kid?". That was us, McKinley style (we got called McKinley style cuz we had a tendency to repeat words - good good, riiiiigght riiiight, yup yup (Vanilla Ice y'all word to your mother) etc. We were like our own religion, we owned the mall. Everything we touched was ours, connections everywhere. Badasses. I think I dated half the freakin mall, free coffee, free breakfast, free tacos, free earrings, free pretzels and lemonade...we sold cell phones and pagers and Chach-muffin and I figured the best way to get a girl's number was to give it to her, the mad-ass pimps we were. We dated cousins for awhile which worked out well, til the night we partied in Canada then went back to my old crib, it had rained earlier and the ground was still moist, so much so in fact that he worked the "handicap parking only" sign out of the ground and began to swing it over his head like a sword...that's what happens when you buy the shot waitresses' entire tray of goodies. I don't think anyone got any nookie that night but it was a blasty anyway. We had a nasty habit of buying all the shots in front of us right before closing time ("How much?" "You boys from the US?" "Yeah" "The whole tray for $6 <Canadian, which back then was something like $3 American>" "Awesome!")." Ahhhh the good old days...I miss those guys. |
| What comes across as better news than Johnny Marr (ex-Smiths guitarist) joining Modest Mouse is the fact that the library is now open on Sundays, leading this to be my very first ever blog entry on a Sunday! Go ahead, check my stats...see that lil calendar on the left? No Sundays are highlighted until today! I was so excited, I kinda shaved and went out and got a haircut just for the occasion. I know, I'm a big freakin' dork. But you'll have that. Don't mind me, I'm a little hyper and I think I may have overdosed on Mountain Dew Amp (for those who are unaware, I quit coffee and have severely lowered my caffeine intake, so when I have an energy drink it goes right straight to the nervous system). My fingertips feel like a many million pinpricks, making typing very erratic and painstaking. It's so bad...but I don't wanna be good. My very own personal quote of the day (go ahead and steal it, y'all have my blessings): "Ain't nothin' sweeter than writing a pen outta ink from start to finish." And from the department of "I swear, sometimes this blog writes itself", comes the feel-good story of the day: For as long as I've lived in this community, I swear I've never seen this before...the Lancaster Fire Department is holding their "Fill The Boot" fundraising drive. Broadway's a pretty busy street, but these guys are out in the middle of intersections with boots collecting money for Children's Hospital. In the middle of the freaking street! And amazingly enough, I'd say about 90% of cars driving by actually stop and donate (which is very cool), as if they knew about this in advance. I thought I knew everything going on around here...I guess not (and yes, I know you're concerned, I donated all the change I had in my pocket...why not, it's a good cause). So happy Sunday everybody...I got some work to do... |
| For the weird looking lady w/ the asymmetrical cheek/chin collaboration... ...tell me why this library, one of the bigger ones in the county, has no books by Dylan Thomas or Charles Bukowski, yet has like 3 different versions of the same T.S. Eliot book? ...why is Raoul Vanegeim's The Revolution of Everyday Life out of print, and why does this book not even exist in the Buffalo/Erie County Public Library database? ...be proud of me that for the first time in years I ordered something other than a salami sangwich from The Deli (with a glowing recommendation of their Philly Cheesesteak on Toasted Parmesan Bistro Loaf). ...why does the front pocket of my backpack smell like a clean bathroom? (which can only lead me to ask...) ...how did a bar of hotel soap end up in the front pocket of my backpack? ...why was I more organized when I was drinking heavily? Dear lady, thanks for smiling at me with your non-birth-defect-having-yet-oddly-crooked face. Smiles from strangers who only smile and don't attempt to engage me in conversation tend to comfort me, even when I don't need it. |
I have to take a moment to thank the lovely and talented Gaby ~ Keeper Of The Realm  for decorating this here establishment on WDC with the beautiful light blue ribbon at the top of the page. It's really an honor; I guess I never intended to make this something that people would follow, but it's sorta humbling to be recognized. Now everybody, if you haven't yet, raid this woman's port and tell her how fantastic she is!While I'm at it, I also received not one, but my first 2 C-notes (that I can recall) in the past week; one from our very own Storymaster, and one from my wonderful friend Violet The Nun-MY POEMS R GONE . All the support these past few weeks almost equals the support I've received in my nearly 7 years here...man that seems like such a long time! Where'd it all go? Further proof to my parents that, yes, I do use my head as something more than a hat rack.Today:  |
| Greetings from Western New York, where it's easier finding a prostitute in a pasture than it is finding a job... On this gorgeous sunny day, I'm happy to report that for now, I'm a full-fledged, card-carrying member of the system; that is, my unemployment has gone through for the time being. However, of course, my previous employer is attempting to fight it, and I in my infinite lack of wisdom have reason to believe that I discarded the evidence I had to prove my case months ago. Go me! All that aside, it's still a good day; salami sangwiches from the Broadway Deli for everyone! |
| I'm so arthritic today, and I think it's because I slid all over my driveway yesterday. All the twisting and jerking my body to avoid falling has led to some curious aches and pains. I think I pulled something under my right armpit in my ribcage, and my left hip feels like it's dying for a replacement. There's almost like a mini-grinding going on in my hip when I walk, and some soreness. At least it's not my cartilage-lacking knees that are bothering me today (anymore than usual). Sadly, there are no 70 degree temps in the forecast anytime soon. I'd trade a lil flash flooding for the ability to walk normally down the street and not have to worry about black ice (cuz it doesn't flood much at all by my house even though I live by a creek, and it sucks having to adjust your gait to however many inches of unshovelled snow there is on the ground). I know, I'm being selfish and whining. NY State really needs to make the whole Unemployment Insurance process a little more streamlined, and they need to remove the suspense factor. I don't understand how they can dick around with the money my taxes contribute to while leaving me to dick around with pocket change. According to the book, I should've at least had my payment card by now, with my first payment on it by today. According to their website, which has more words on it that mean nothing than a greeting card sent for all the wrong reasons, I should have my payment tomorrow. Who wants to place bets that I'm sitting here monday, bitching about how ass-backwards NY is? C'mon! The kid needs a new pair of shoes!! I'm 100% convinced, after only seeing the show a handful of times, The Maury Povich Show censors out words at random to add to the sensationalism factor. It seems like everytime I watch it, noone's saying anything but there's still a bleep. Or a bleep comes when a curse word wouldn't even fit the context of the rest of the sentence the guest is stammering out. See, another reason why I don't normally watch this crap. And what, does this dude have the market cornered on DNA/Paternity tests? Everytime his show is advertized on commercials, he's always doing lie detectors and paternity tests; it's rare when he actually has on some other category of show. You wanna take him seriously...but you don't. You really want to...but you can't. |
| And I'm serious here... If two hermits fell in love and shacked up, does that make them not hermits anymore? Is there a word that describes a "pair of hermits"? Like this: sock:pair of socks::hermit:??? I need an answer, for I may not sleep tonight. |
Some notes while working on my WDC Merit Badge in Hip Hop: Basketball shoes vs. running shoes: When your driveway is a sheet -nae, a slab- of ice, I do not recommend wearing basketball sneakers, as their traction is not suited for icy conditions. Sure they may provide much-needed ankle support, but that won't help you when you slide all over, hit the ground and potentially break your hip. Besides, I'm only 5'6"; I should have no business wearing basketball sneakers anyway. Even better news than the Sabres pulling off a stunning 3rd period comeback win last night and Thomas Vanek finally looking like a big money player was the fact that the Sabres seem a hell of a lot more serious now about getting defenseman Brian Campbell signed before next week's trade deadline. You could practically form an All-Star team with players the Sabres have let walk in the past few seasons while getting little-to-nothing in return. No matter how many times I see it, that new Skittles commercial ("Show us how everything you touch turns to Skittles.") does not get old. I love it when he pounds the desk in frustration and the whole thing collapses into a mess of about 32 bazillion little pieces of glorified sugar candy. My question is, what kind of classification of candy exactly does a Skittle fall into? Someone needs to Google that shit for me, stat. Pronto. Your Jim Rome quote of the day: "I crushed a bowl of Cap'n Crunch for the first time in like 10 years the other night...so good. I forgot how good it was, even if it was like eating a bowl of razor blades in milk. Even when I was spitting up blood, I was like 'wow, this is good.' The straight Cap'n -no Crunch Berries, no Peanut Butter. Peanut Butter is solid- and it's a lot less sharp." The video of the day, for your enjoyment. OK, for my enjoyment:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rcgm5kEdGk Hope everyone is doing well..."Safe travels, safe return." |
| An unexpected cold shower might do that to you. Was too busy reading and responding to your emails yesterday to notice that Mother Nature was dumping a foot of snow on the village. And of course when I left at 9pm, nothing was plowed. At least Mother Nature's been consistent in recycling the white stuff; it falls, it melts, and the next day she replaces it with a fresh batch. Though a foot this time...a little much. At least the upstairs neighbor shovelled the driveway all the way up to my door this time. Dave pointed out the other day that there possibly isn't anything more disgusting than a wet cardboard box, left outside on the street to decompose. To that I offer: Brittney Spears' rancid driver's side car seat. I can't lie. On a whim I listened to Kid Rock today (something about the song "Cowboy" always puts me in a good mood). Hey, if any female over the age of 22 can say with a straight face that she listens to Brittney Spears, I should be able to admit that once in a great while I'll pull out Kid Rock as a guilty pleasure and still expect to be taken (somewhat) seriously. War on the other jobless fucks here at the library, sitting around and taking up computer space playing solitare. And war on the 16 yr. old twits on the computers, yapping on their cell phones and posting on their mindless myspace pages, with posts that in 30 days will have no relevance. At least I'd like to think I'm doing something constructive (that is, if you care to read about my foibles with the shower this morning). The Beastie Boys' video for "Sabotage" may be alternative/hip hop's funniest video ever. Yes, I have a touchy shower system setup in my bathroom. For one, you have to turn the knob slightly just so, or else it makes this hideous wailing, whistling noise like there's too much air in the line. That can also affect water pressure, so you have to be really careful. Two, you barely have to turn on the cold water (of course, I prefer near-scalding hot water anyway). And three, during one out of approximately every 30 showers, good luck getting the water temperature past lukewarm anyway. It's usually on the days where a warm shower would be most welcome as well (go figure). And today was that day. Hope y'all are having a sweet-ass sweet day. |
| Yeah, it's been a long weekend, helping Dave move, converting my empty spare bedroom into a sweet lil crash pad, and generally staying outta trouble. I know, what kinda fun is that? Plus, the library was closed yesterday, so 3 days away and I come back, and all I've done all day is answer emails from the weekend...and I'm still not caught up! It's crazy 'round here! Oh well.... |
| Welcome to the 2008 edition of getting to know your Friends. Copy it all, then change all the answers so they apply to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little things about your friends, that you might not have known! 1. What time did you get up this morning? 11:30am 2. Diamonds or pearls? Neither 3. Last movie you saw? Taxi Driver (amazing that I had the attention span) 4. What is your favorite TV show? Family Guy, Friends, Beverly Hills 90210 5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Something to do with eggs 6. What is your middle name? Edward 7. What food do you dislike? Thai 8. Favorite CD? I have over 600...it's like you're asking me to pick a favorite son 9. What kind of car do you drive? Doc Martens or Timberlands 10. Favorite sandwich? anything ham or turkey that I make in my toaster oven 11. What characteristic do you despise? lying, cheating, sucking up, Fake people and people who try to make friends when you dislike them 12. Favorite item of clothing? PJ pants 13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Carribean Cruise (again) 14. What color is your bathroom? Cream w/ green and khaki trim 15. Favorite brand of clothing? American Eagle 16. Where would you retire to? Florida 17. What was your most memorable birthday? 25th 18. Favorite sport to watch? Hockey or football 19. Farthest place you are sending this? as far as the internet will take me 20. Who do you least expect to send this back? Who knows? 21. Person you expect to send it back first? We'll see. 22. Favorite saying? There's way too many...I'll go with the standard "'Sup Kid?" 23. When is your birthday? July 31 24. Morning or night person? Night 25. What is your shoe size? 8 1/2 26. Pets? Maybe a tiny lil doggie some day 27. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? Go away. 28. What did you want to be when you were little? Quarterback for the Bills 29. What are you now? Broke, busted and can't be trusted 30. What is your favorite candy? Reese PB cups 31. What is your favorite flower? *this space left blank intentionally* 32. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? Thanksgiving, best meal of the year 33. What church do you attend? hahahahahaahahahahahahahahahhaha 34. What is your full name? Norbert 35. What are you listening to right now? Beastie Boys "Paul's Boutique", the most underrated cd EVER! 36. What was the last thing you ate? Turkey Chili burritos w/egg and cheese (made by myself, of course). Oh shit no, technically, a chocolate pudding cup. 37. Do you wish on stars? Not anymore 38. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Black 39. How is the weather right now? Mid-20's, almost overcast, mostly sunny 40. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Dad 41. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I stole it 42. Favorite soft drink? Mountain Dew (specifically the orange Livewire) 43. Favorite restaurant? MIGH-TY TA-CO, MIGH-TY TA-CO! 44. Hair color? Medium brown w/hint of auburn 46. Favorite day of the year? any day that both my feet touch the ground and I can look up and see the sky 47. What was your favorite toy as a child? Legos 48. Summer or winter? summer (spring) 49. Hugs or Kisses? full-body hugs 50. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate 51. Do you want your friends to email you back? Whatever 52. When was the last time you cried? maybe a little over a year ago? 53. What is under your bed? the floor 55. What did you do last night? started cleaning a little bit 56. Favorite smell? Do people really discuss this? "So, what'd you do this weekend?" "Well, I went shopping for a new smell and..." 57. What are you afraid of? dying in a car crash 58. Plain, buttered, or salted Popcorn? Crunch-n-Munch w/toffee and nuts. 59. How many keys on your key ring? (I actually had to look) 4, but 2 are useless 60. How many years at your current job? 0.00 61. Favorite day of the week? see #46 62. How many towns have you lived in? 3 63. Do you make friends easily? If I really want to. |
| I swear to god I'm just gonna bring a blanket when I come to the library. It's cold enough outside but it's always freezing in here. And I have to bundle up like mad anyway, so much that I usually get a little sweat goin by the time I get here that I spend an hour just getting comfortable from that...and that lasts about 3 minutes and 38 seconds before I start to freeze again...is that what my county sales tax dollars are worth, so I can freeze my lil ass off?? |
Some notes while listening to Hawksley Workman's "Treeful of Starling": I was very pleased to open my cupboard last night and find the ingredients to make a basic pot of chili (I was missing a few "extra" ingredients that I would've liked to have, bubt I made do). So today I made my first ever pot of chili (not quite homemade, but I'll work my way up to it). I'm pleased to say that when I made it this afternoon, it didn't turn out half bad! I'll be eatin' that for days!  I've never been a fan of Western medicine. When I get a cold (and that happens once a year maybe, and it's a knock-down, drag-out beast of sickness) I might take some cough drops, maybe Dayquil. But that's not my problem today. I've always had trouble sleeping and I've tried everything: radical changes in lifestyle and diet to eliminate as much stress and negative toxins I put in my body, OTC sleep aids, prescription sleep medicine, everything I can think of. But I still can't seem to shut myself down at night, and I'm not the kind of person who can just lay in bed for hours until I fall asleep. Case in point: last night, 3 cups of herbal "Sleepytime" tea (I've heard the Chamomile/Lavender mix is supposed to greatly aid drowsiness), 2 OTC generic sleeping pills and 2 of my doctor-prescribed (50mg each) tablets. I tried to go to bed at 3:30am. I maybe fell asleep around 6, woke up around 7:30, and tossed and turned off and on til 11:30. So I'm going on maybe 4 hrs of unfit sleep. Not cool."If your goal is pure survival then be clever, not beautiful" -Hawksley Workman |
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