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I have no idea what that dream was about. I'm usually really good at interpreting my dreams, but not this time.
I'm really tired today. I keep yawning, and either falling asleep (I slept for nearly three hours this afternoon) or sitting very still and staring at things like television commercials and sleeping dogs with the kind of intense, single-minded concentration I cannot normally muster for hardly anything.* I've also been really cold all day, and my head has been aching a lot. I hope I'm not getting sick. That would not be acceptable. I think I'll go to bed early.
In between falling asleep and having dreams about beaches and banquets, I've been reading P.D. James' Devices and Desires, which I'm really enjoying. I do so like her. She's very, very, very good at being terrifying and disturbing, but manages to walk the line between being either tackily melodramatic on the one hand, or off-puttingly clinical on the other hand (although sometimes she does sashay sideways into A.S. "I dissect your emotional responses like a formaldehyde-pickled frog pancreas, bitches" Byatt territory-- but never for too long). And her characters are really enjoyable. I'm never quite sure whether I have a crush on Adam Dalgliesh or not, though-- I'm attracted to the "strong, brilliant, ferociously moral, emotionally tortured" part, but he's just too morose and taciturn. To really reduce me to mush, you have to be strong, brilliant, ferociously moral, emotionally tortured AND hilariously snarky. (See under: Dr. House, Cyrano de Bergerac, Peter Wimsey, Jesus, et al.) If he'd just crack wise every now and then, I'd be gone, but he keeps gazing out at the headland and brooding over his dead wife instead, and... meh.
It seems like I ought to have more to write about, but I just feel sluggish and blank. I don't like this. It seems odd to go to sleep already again, but that's all I really feel like doing.
*The double negative with "hardly" is the one grammatically incorrect Southernism I regularly use. I find it packs more of a linguistic punch than the alternative, plus I don't normally plan far enough ahead in a spoken sentence to foresee my use of "hardly" and adjust my previous negatives accordingly, so I always say things like:
"We didn't get hardly any snow last year."
"She won't eat hardly anything except mac and cheese."
"My Southern birth and upbringing don't affect my grammar hardly at all."
I'm really tired today. I keep yawning, and either falling asleep (I slept for nearly three hours this afternoon) or sitting very still and staring at things like television commercials and sleeping dogs with the kind of intense, single-minded concentration I cannot normally muster for hardly anything.* I've also been really cold all day, and my head has been aching a lot. I hope I'm not getting sick. That would not be acceptable. I think I'll go to bed early.
In between falling asleep and having dreams about beaches and banquets, I've been reading P.D. James' Devices and Desires, which I'm really enjoying. I do so like her. She's very, very, very good at being terrifying and disturbing, but manages to walk the line between being either tackily melodramatic on the one hand, or off-puttingly clinical on the other hand (although sometimes she does sashay sideways into A.S. "I dissect your emotional responses like a formaldehyde-pickled frog pancreas, bitches" Byatt territory-- but never for too long). And her characters are really enjoyable. I'm never quite sure whether I have a crush on Adam Dalgliesh or not, though-- I'm attracted to the "strong, brilliant, ferociously moral, emotionally tortured" part, but he's just too morose and taciturn. To really reduce me to mush, you have to be strong, brilliant, ferociously moral, emotionally tortured AND hilariously snarky. (See under: Dr. House, Cyrano de Bergerac, Peter Wimsey, Jesus, et al.) If he'd just crack wise every now and then, I'd be gone, but he keeps gazing out at the headland and brooding over his dead wife instead, and... meh.
It seems like I ought to have more to write about, but I just feel sluggish and blank. I don't like this. It seems odd to go to sleep already again, but that's all I really feel like doing.
*The double negative with "hardly" is the one grammatically incorrect Southernism I regularly use. I find it packs more of a linguistic punch than the alternative, plus I don't normally plan far enough ahead in a spoken sentence to foresee my use of "hardly" and adjust my previous negatives accordingly, so I always say things like:
"We didn't get hardly any snow last year."
"She won't eat hardly anything except mac and cheese."
"My Southern birth and upbringing don't affect my grammar hardly at all."