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I cannot sleep. I cannot sleep, and I really need to, and I believe it is a side effect of my new medication. After seeing the doctor Thursday, I am now (temporarily) on two different medications, one for migraines, the other for dizziness. The one for migraines causes dizziness. Lovely. I had never seen this particular doctor before, but he was quite nice and answered all my questions. Apparently the dizziness is an inner ear thing that will correct itself in time. He made me get a CT scan, just to be safe. I had one when I was fourteen, but this time it was somewhat different because it was only on my head. I wouldn't have minded so much, but I was there for three fucking hours. The doctor told me everything was fine; aside from the headaches and dizziness I'm in excellent health, and I just need to cut down on anything that could be causing stress. Ha. Yes, doctor, because it's just that easy.
I finally used my Amoeba gift certificate that my rich aunt and uncle gave me for my birthday and got: Archangel dvd, Patrick Wolf 7", Benjamin Biolay cd, The Red Shoes dvd, and I Heart Huckabees dvd. It seems like every time I take the 101, I nearly get in an accident. This time was no different, because no one in this fucking city knows how to drive. I was in the far right lane, nearing the Melrose exit, when the car in front of me suddenly comes to a complete stop. I wasn't going over the speed limit, but it was only by the grace of my anti-lock brakes that I managed not to rear-end the car in front. Seriously, my car still smells of burnt rubber. So the car in front of me has stopped, and is not going to move. I change lanes and notice that there are absolutely no cars in front of the one I nearly hit. Nope, this idiotic bitch in front of me had stopped, apparently, to read one of the signs on the freeway. She STOPPED ON THE FUCKING FREEWAY. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO STOP ON THE MOTHERFUCKING FREEWAY. IT IS NOT THE STREET. I honked and flipped her off, but she was totally oblivious. I still feel all jittery when I get on the freeway now. Goddammit, I fucking hate people.
On a different note, here is a poem by Ted Hughes:
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face
I finally used my Amoeba gift certificate that my rich aunt and uncle gave me for my birthday and got: Archangel dvd, Patrick Wolf 7", Benjamin Biolay cd, The Red Shoes dvd, and I Heart Huckabees dvd. It seems like every time I take the 101, I nearly get in an accident. This time was no different, because no one in this fucking city knows how to drive. I was in the far right lane, nearing the Melrose exit, when the car in front of me suddenly comes to a complete stop. I wasn't going over the speed limit, but it was only by the grace of my anti-lock brakes that I managed not to rear-end the car in front. Seriously, my car still smells of burnt rubber. So the car in front of me has stopped, and is not going to move. I change lanes and notice that there are absolutely no cars in front of the one I nearly hit. Nope, this idiotic bitch in front of me had stopped, apparently, to read one of the signs on the freeway. She STOPPED ON THE FUCKING FREEWAY. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO STOP ON THE MOTHERFUCKING FREEWAY. IT IS NOT THE STREET. I honked and flipped her off, but she was totally oblivious. I still feel all jittery when I get on the freeway now. Goddammit, I fucking hate people.
On a different note, here is a poem by Ted Hughes:
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop
In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage
In the morning they wore each other's face