Exhaustipated
Silence is golden some may say, some may say.
Well, I say silence is an aimless time to kill.
It's a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day,
And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds. ~ Orange Mandolin
I loathe being alone with own thoughts. I cannot bear silence and solitide. I heard these lyrics last night for the first time, and yes, I thought, that is exactly what I mean.
I might have slept three hours last night. At 2 a.m., I gave up trying to sleep, got up and worked for two hours in this great, silent, empty buidling, seemingly devoid of life. I lay back down at four and dozed about three hours. Then I woke up and, amazingly, went back to work. But my brain feels like mush. My body doesn't feel much better. If I get still for too long without something occupying my attention, I fall asleep.
I cannot tell you what I worked on.
I talked to Mike Polcyn twice today. That was one of the better parts of this awful day.
Please, kittens, visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, find something you like, and buy it. Taxes and vet bills. Same as it ever was.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:01 p.m.
Well, I say silence is an aimless time to kill.
It's a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day,
And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds. ~ Orange Mandolin
I loathe being alone with own thoughts. I cannot bear silence and solitide. I heard these lyrics last night for the first time, and yes, I thought, that is exactly what I mean.
I might have slept three hours last night. At 2 a.m., I gave up trying to sleep, got up and worked for two hours in this great, silent, empty buidling, seemingly devoid of life. I lay back down at four and dozed about three hours. Then I woke up and, amazingly, went back to work. But my brain feels like mush. My body doesn't feel much better. If I get still for too long without something occupying my attention, I fall asleep.
I cannot tell you what I worked on.
I talked to Mike Polcyn twice today. That was one of the better parts of this awful day.
Please, kittens, visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, find something you like, and buy it. Taxes and vet bills. Same as it ever was.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:01 p.m.