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Mar 08, 2006 20:01

Teresa said it and it sparked something in me.

Since I started ETW, I have had the WEIRDEST sleep patterns. I will wake myself up slashing around and flailing and saying weird things and mumbling and it's gotten to the point where I'm convinced that I go some nights without ever fully losing consciousness. My body has its own mind and will do its own fucking thing all night while my brain rests and occassionally the body is to much for my brain and I wake up and have to tell myself to go back to sleep. I don't even sleep with sheets any more because I just keep getting tangled. And I have to sleep naked now. I can't function otherwise.

And my room is a mess. I basically only use it to sleep and check email now so the floor is completely buried in clothes (some clean, some dirty) and papers and trash. It's an absolutely hell hole. This is the worst my living conditions have ever been since NYU. Because this is the first time I've lived completely alone. But I'm very very rarely home. 16 hour days every day. (Except Wednesday and the weekends) I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way. And the mess doesn't bother me. I actually know where everything is. it might bother someone else but I don't have to worry about that. WERD.

Maybe my sleep patterns are weird because I eat so late. I have lunch at 3 and dinner at 11 or later. No breakfast. But aren't lucid dreams caused by eating so close to the sleep cycles? It's multiple bodily functions trying to work at once. Digestion along with rest.

And the dreams are constantly weird. Friends' arms and legs being amputated...stuff like that.

I'll actually get to eat early tonight so we'll see if I have weird dreams.

And I took a bath. God damn those things are amazing. Just soaking and reading and laughing about how your body look at an angle when it's under water. It's always so 2 dimensional.

I have to go write songs.

Come see Dybbuk. April 20th. 4/20. 420. National Pot Day. If you show up high or "different" in any way to the show, though, you might just die. it's kind of scary. So I wouldn't recommend that.

My birthday's April 24th. Big bash that night. Turning 22. Double digits. Only happens every 11 years.

Ciao bitches.
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