Wii box stoned
Wii boxing on prescription painkillers is the silver lining to the preceding crappy day.
Migraines start out in the morning with me getting angry because I can't think, or react at any speed, and so I staggered through my workday, feeling like my membership in the animal kingdom was at risk of revocation. I took time off work to see the optician this morning, and wasted an hour in Berkeley discovering he had called in sick. At work, my boss said, "I can't tell if I'm bullying Susie or if she's bullying me." I replied in all honesty, knowing that Susie is a force of nature and my boss is one of nature's bunny rabbits, "She's probably bullying you. It's her way. She's a very determined person." At this point Susie appeared from behind a cubicle partition, looking furious.
But there is something about realizing that my brain is just having one of its usual little spasms that releases me from worrying about being a clod and lets me go home with a clear conscience. This one would however not let go, despite all the painkiller, instead just going on threatening pain and confusion. I tried hiding under the comforter. The cat jumped on the bed and would not stop meowing until I came out. I sifted through the video collection. Babylon Five had got to the point at which they had run out of plot and the characters were compelled to make stupid decisions just to move the plot along. Porn would just remind me to be starved for sex, on top of being starved for intimacy as a general condition of existence.
I bought a White Stripes CD on iTunes, set it going, and cranked up Wii boxing. I beat the shit out of the robots Nintendo threw at me and sent my ratings up by 20 percent, at least for a while. It's funny that animal joy can come from Apple's digitized music and a minimalist video game. It felt like it finally sent the drugs coursing to whatever part of my brain they were supposed to be going to and being alive seemed like a reasonably good proposition.
Pat Lee showed up to help with Burning Man planning to find me in a good mood, if not particularly focussed, and left me with a list. I set him loose on the Wii. "I'm enjoying this far too much," he said. Presumably I am not the only one who needs to punch things.
Migraines start out in the morning with me getting angry because I can't think, or react at any speed, and so I staggered through my workday, feeling like my membership in the animal kingdom was at risk of revocation. I took time off work to see the optician this morning, and wasted an hour in Berkeley discovering he had called in sick. At work, my boss said, "I can't tell if I'm bullying Susie or if she's bullying me." I replied in all honesty, knowing that Susie is a force of nature and my boss is one of nature's bunny rabbits, "She's probably bullying you. It's her way. She's a very determined person." At this point Susie appeared from behind a cubicle partition, looking furious.
But there is something about realizing that my brain is just having one of its usual little spasms that releases me from worrying about being a clod and lets me go home with a clear conscience. This one would however not let go, despite all the painkiller, instead just going on threatening pain and confusion. I tried hiding under the comforter. The cat jumped on the bed and would not stop meowing until I came out. I sifted through the video collection. Babylon Five had got to the point at which they had run out of plot and the characters were compelled to make stupid decisions just to move the plot along. Porn would just remind me to be starved for sex, on top of being starved for intimacy as a general condition of existence.
I bought a White Stripes CD on iTunes, set it going, and cranked up Wii boxing. I beat the shit out of the robots Nintendo threw at me and sent my ratings up by 20 percent, at least for a while. It's funny that animal joy can come from Apple's digitized music and a minimalist video game. It felt like it finally sent the drugs coursing to whatever part of my brain they were supposed to be going to and being alive seemed like a reasonably good proposition.
Pat Lee showed up to help with Burning Man planning to find me in a good mood, if not particularly focussed, and left me with a list. I set him loose on the Wii. "I'm enjoying this far too much," he said. Presumably I am not the only one who needs to punch things.