October 2010
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On the weekends, I usually wake up after sleeping for ten hours and only get out of bed because I feel guilty. Today I woke up after nine and didn’t feel the need to scrape out that extra hour.
Also, the woman who comes to clean the bathrooms looked really surprised when I thanked her for doing it.
I need to shave my legs. Ew, right?
Sorry for the novel.
Part One —
I once knew a monster who wasn’t a monster at all. He had a nerf gun, made silly putty from scratch and could build the best couch-cushion forts you had ever seen. His room smelled like clean sheets and vacuuming.
He didn’t usually notice me in the day time but he noticed a lot at night.
He was the coolest kid on the whole planet -the moon too- and when he noticed...
"What are you hoping to gain here?"
The therapist’s name was Jon. He was marginally less comforting than Todd the sleep behavioralist. I think it was because of his eyes. They were such a dark shade of brown that they almost seemed monochromatic.
Anyway, he asked a lot of questions and wrote down everything I said on a yellow legal pad. The same kind my dad used to write me letters on when I went to sleep-away camp.
He...
He must have been trippin' on drugs.
Shelly the lecturer came to discuss the ethics of cloning. Mid-way through, to help support a claim, he said “You’re all roughly twenty so you tell me—”
Wait, what? Excuse me? Roughly twenty, my butt. I’m fairly certain I just told my mother last week that I’d never get to be in the double digits because two years was too much like forever.
But seriously, all cute...
Monstrous Discrepancies →
Gold star, please.
Needles are not my worst fear but they are up there on the list. Which makes donating blood just a little bit less than horrifying. I do it, though. I always try.
The first time my arm burned the whole time but I was fine. When I got home I fainted as gracefully as possible, kneeled with my forehead pressed against shaggy carpet for a minute and that was the end of it.
Yesterday my arm...
Hi how are you?
Dominic is always quick to ask “Hi how are you?”
I respond with some form of “I’m Good! How are you?”
He says he’s good too and then asks how my classes are going.
I laugh and tell him “they’re going, they’re going.”
And then he always says “I’m happy for you” with a grin.
Dominic is forty-something, challenged...
“Why is it always what will I do? “What will he do?” “What will...”
– Across the Universe
The beauty in ugly
I overhear at least one conversation pertaining to zombies every single day. Also, a girl just walked out of an art exhibit carrying nothing save for a Jansport backpack and a giant Nerf gun. And there are ceramic shoes hanging on the wall. I think one of them is a moccasin. Another person just walked by with another Nerf gun!
Thank God there is at least some form of a standard for normality....
Sleepless
The smell of cigarettes used to gross me out but now it just makes me miss the city. I love it there. For someone who is always tired and looking for the rush of feeling alive and present…New York is everything. It is literally everything I aspire to be; it’s the city that never sleeps. It’s awake and moving and bustling and the whole damn place thrives off of freaks and...
Oh what can it mean to a daydream believer
There are three things that I daydream about every single day. If you don’t care, I advise you to stop reading because I’m going to explain them.
First is that old show Lizzie McGuire. She had that adorable little cartoon conscience that followed her around and commented on her life. It’s just funny because I have that too. Only sometimes imaginary me is a lot cooler than...
Todd was a nice guy.
This Thursday they are sending me back to therapy.
They want to evaluate my brain and check out what Todd the sleep behavioralist called “hypersomnia.”
[He was a nice man, I liked him. Even though he threw around the word “depression” and made me give up naps for a week.]
I’m scared because therapy has always been a dark shadow for me. But I am not going to...
