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labrujahCan't sleep. Couldn't figure out why at first -- did the yoga trick where you tense and relax all your muscles individually, and imagine what your lungs, heart, kidneys look like shifting around in you, how much they weigh, what color they are in the dark inside.
Didn't work.
Thought it was nerves about this new job and subsequent huge daily life change -- up earlier than I've been since high school, going new places every day, now when I'm all soft and not used to the streets filled with strangers.
Thought maybe I was lonely although usually I am fine sleeping alone.
Thought reassuringly about all the new things I plan to get and do tomorrow in preparation, like armor -- new glasses (lost the old gold rhinestone-studded cats-eyes while camping) and new haircut (it will be the first time anyone but me has cut it since last fall, and the last few times was Nelson who is a friend so it feels different).
Still awake and realizing of course, this is what I get for having a conciliatory, headache-curing cup of coffee at 9 p.m., not realizing my new early-morning lifestyle awaits.
So I'll click around here, spying on people via the random button, and polish off a few more 50s era New Yorker short stories to remind myself what's good after my diet of slush pile crap.
It's nights like these I wish I could hang my trapeze again and swing myself to exhaustion, there's an art show set up where it goes in my house. Or gingerly tinkle the piano, wondering if anyone near is sleeping...for that I would need both a piano and an empty house, both in short supply.
Didn't work.
Thought it was nerves about this new job and subsequent huge daily life change -- up earlier than I've been since high school, going new places every day, now when I'm all soft and not used to the streets filled with strangers.
Thought maybe I was lonely although usually I am fine sleeping alone.
Thought reassuringly about all the new things I plan to get and do tomorrow in preparation, like armor -- new glasses (lost the old gold rhinestone-studded cats-eyes while camping) and new haircut (it will be the first time anyone but me has cut it since last fall, and the last few times was Nelson who is a friend so it feels different).
Still awake and realizing of course, this is what I get for having a conciliatory, headache-curing cup of coffee at 9 p.m., not realizing my new early-morning lifestyle awaits.
So I'll click around here, spying on people via the random button, and polish off a few more 50s era New Yorker short stories to remind myself what's good after my diet of slush pile crap.
It's nights like these I wish I could hang my trapeze again and swing myself to exhaustion, there's an art show set up where it goes in my house. Or gingerly tinkle the piano, wondering if anyone near is sleeping...for that I would need both a piano and an empty house, both in short supply.
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Date: 2002-07-26 01:34 am (UTC)yes, did the coffee thing at 8 pm-ish.
now i think i'm hungry again.
i'd love to be the person walking by piano notes pouring from your empty house.
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Date: 2002-07-26 07:38 am (UTC)How about piano notes coming from a few rooms away?