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11 July 2006 @ 09:22 pm
The Sidewalk Smashers  
If I keep on pondering this entry, I am never going to get caught up. Summarization powers, engage! On Thursday, I shut my right hand in a car door. I am, as silvermask would phrase it, so "smoot." Or perhaps even "smoove." I am also left-handed. On Friday, I got to see flying squirrels. On Saturday, there was the wedding, which went quite well aside from the burning, which made me quite glad I was not one of the poor gentlemen broiling in a three-piece tux. I also saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, which will require its own post. On Sunday, I got guilt tripped to hell and back, ate excellent desserts and met a real live actually inexcusably obnoxious idiot. On Monday, I saw Cleveland at 4:00 a.m. instead of New City, which meant that we were in Ohio when we should have been home free. I stepped into The Attic at approximately 7:15 a.m.


Despite my ability to fall solidly asleep in cars and buses, on gymnasium floors and during meetings, I cannot seem to snooze peacefully on trains. As we pulled out of Cleveland, I began to drift off, but remained submerged in a halfway state. There were dreams, otherwise quite ordinary, that were strange for me in that the physical aspect was very real. The feeling of my strength ebbing away entirely, unable to lift my head or even speak a word due to the weight of a slumber I knew myself to not be under, was surprisingly overwhelming.


Some pirates carry parrots on their shoulders. I haul a cat around on mine. While I love Earl Grey dearly, being his sole caretaker for weeks at a time has been a very illuminating experience. I will forever be more of a cat person than a dog person, as large canines scare me, and small ones are yappy. It seems, however, that I am ultimately an "as long as it isn't mine" person. Scratch "owning a kitty" off the life plans!


I found a choir I might like to audition for. Personal terror: haven't sung a note in over a year. What would I sing anyway!? Potential saving grace: for some bizarre reason, I still remember "Alma del Core," an Italian aria I first sang in middle school. I'm sure my memory has embellished it unnecessarily and that my pronunciation is going to be way off (oh poor Professore Bonefeste, now that you are no longer my teacher, I can understand your agony over how little the class cared for such things!), but I can recall all of the words, so there may be hope.

[Edit: Okay, not cool. If I go read the journal of some other person, or the friends list of my friends, I do not want to see that navigation strip. I have it turned off. Off. I do not need it. Go awaaaaaaaaaay!]
Current Mood: irritatedI guess this is PMS!
Current Music: scolding myself for forgetting lightbulbs ... again
proctorsilexproctorsilex on July 12th, 2006 10:01 pm (UTC)
flying squirrels are awesome
did you see them flying at night?

yes, it is very scary and otherwise disturbing to be aware of your own sleeping. it has happened to me many times. i recall bringing myself out of it a few times by concentrating on wiggling a finger then working up to the arm and so forth. i imagine that it is but a small taste of what it is like for people who have been conscious under anesthesia during an operation.