Awake and thinking about making nachos.
Mom and I have to go to the unemployment offices tomorrow today. Although I know I am utterly incapable of working, I am not legally disabled yet... and that's what really counts to them. Therefore I have to submit to their orientation shit and 'try to look for a job' in order for me to count as an extra number towards Mom's food stamps. Yep. We're going as soon as possible in the morning and I haven't been nearly tired enough to manage any sleep. So I'm just going to stay awake until then, struggle through, and collapse afterwards.
Reminds me of my working days. There were so many fucking times that I was dealing with insomnia and chose to simply stay awake rather than catch a scant few hours. That tiny bit of sleep would doom me to dragging far worse for the whole work shift. It was better to go with the crazy overtired, wired energy alternating with zoning out that came from staying up.
It is times like this that I really wish caffeine had any result on me though. Instead, I will drink coffee and pretend.
The Quiet World
Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Reminds me of my working days. There were so many fucking times that I was dealing with insomnia and chose to simply stay awake rather than catch a scant few hours. That tiny bit of sleep would doom me to dragging far worse for the whole work shift. It was better to go with the crazy overtired, wired energy alternating with zoning out that came from staying up.
It is times like this that I really wish caffeine had any result on me though. Instead, I will drink coffee and pretend.
The Quiet World
Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.