Sections of a Swiss Cheese Psyche

Robot mice running 'round on squeaky wheels in robot towns... who'd have thought that one could dwell on auto-pilot? It's after 2AM here, and I was kinda tired when I rolled into town after my usual weekly road epic on the strength of an energy shot some 6 hours ago. I should have passed out then, should have dropped at any time since 8:30 last night. Instead my brain is too tired to come up with an original thought, so it just runs through a playlist loop that was set up in my Windows Medulla Player when I wasn't looking. Maybe I'll burn it to an OCD later.

Can'tyouseetheirbodiesburningdesolateandfullofyearningdyingofanticipationchokingfromintoxication... GET THIS SONG OUT OF MY HEAD!!! Talk about empty walls, I should like to have some between my ears right about now.

I've got about a half dirty dozen trains of thought running the tracks right about now, endless loops because I was too cheap to buy more track and set up a really cool-looking layout. Any one of these could probably fill up its own journal entry, were I not too tired to get that much exorcize for my demons at this hour and if this were not the most typing I've done in any sort of journal since... well, since the last time there was something new to read here. Tonight's broad topics (and any and all subtopics thereof) that will not be discussed include:

My "busy season" (1 anniversary and at least 6 birthdays, my own included, over the course of 3 weeks)
Neurologist appointments and wishing I knew just what could constitute a positive result thereof
Trying to celebrate my birthday with a group of friends for, I think, the first time in at least 15 years.
Deja vu
Was she flirting, or just trying to sell me drums?
Deja vu
What do you get for the guy who can buy you 6 times over?
I think, therefore I am. I roleplay, therefore I am someone else.
Just when is it okay to take delight in someone else's distress?
Deja vu
Insomnia: The only fight you win by getting knocked out
Slippery slopes of parenthood

Now it's 3AM, and I still don't have an original thought in my head. What the hell, though, I wrote my first journal entry in how long? That's close enough to an original thought for one night. Coherence can wait for another time. Now let me go lie down for 3 hours, that's about all I have before it's time to get up for work.

Ciao for niao!

Sections of a Swiss Cheese Psyche Things That Go Bump in the Mind Born. Lived this long. Discovered I have this terminal disease called "aging", don't like it very much.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: How would I know? Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2012-08-06 2:13 AM Someone get me a robotic cat... Robot mice running 'round on squeaky wheels in robot towns... who'd have thought that one could dwell on auto-pilot? It's after 2AM here, and I was kinda tired when I rolled into town after my usual weekly road epic on the strength of an energy shot some 6 hours ago. I should have passed out then, should have dropped at any time since 8:30 last night. Instead my brain is too tired to come up with an original thought, so it just runs through a playlist loop that was set up in my Windows Medulla Player when I wasn't looking. Maybe I'll burn it to an OCD later. Can'tyouseetheirbodiesburningdesolateandfullofyearningdyingofanticipationchokingfromintoxication... GET THIS SONG OUT OF MY HEAD!!! Talk about empty walls, I should like to have some between my ears right about now. I've got about a half dirty dozen trains of thought running the tracks right about now, endless loops because I was too cheap to buy more track and set up a really cool-looking layout. Any one of these could probably fill up its own journal entry, were I not too tired to get that much exorcize for my demons at this hour and if this were not the most typing I've done in any sort of journal since... well, since the last time there was something new to read here. Tonight's broad topics (and any and all subtopics thereof) that will not be discussed include: My "busy season" (1 anniversary and at least 6 birthdays, my own included, over the course of 3 weeks) Neurologist appointments and wishing I knew just what could constitute a positive result thereof Trying to celebrate my birthday with a group of friends for, I think, the first time in at least 15 years. Deja vu Was she flirting, or just trying to sell me drums? Deja vu What do you get for the guy who can buy you 6 times over? I think, therefore I am. I roleplay, therefore I am someone else. Just when is it okay to take delight in someone else's distress? Deja vu Insomnia: The only fight you win by getting knocked out Slippery slopes of parenthood Now it's 3AM, and I still don't have an original thought in my head. What the hell, though, I wrote my first journal entry in how long? That's close enough to an original thought for one night. Coherence can wait for another time. Now let me go lie down for 3 hours, that's about all I have before it's time to get up for work. Ciao for niao! Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top