2004-12-17 - 12:15 p.m.
dd

so last night i spent something like three and a half hours lying in the dark with the carnival overture on repeat, in a sort of half-asleep ecstatic trance, where huge blocks of time would slip by like bits of paper floating downstream, and each time the piece started over it was exciting and new, and there was of course the fake piano, and now it's all ringing in my ears and my fingers and eyes ache; i didn't sleep at all and yet i've been working--doing housework, of all things--since nine this morning, with nothing to eat and not a hint of stimulant since ten last night, and even that was pretty weak. so what's the deal with the energy? should i not be curled up in bed, passed out? of course, i felt pretty shitty this morning, but that all passed by nine-thirty, ten o'clock; now i'm all energy and action. my brain's a little cloudy, but that's due, of course, to fatigue, malnutrition, and potsmoking. so now i'm going to go read a little on the porch, maybe sneakatoke or two, have a sandwich (if i must), and then finish this little laundry endeavour.

oh did i mention the laundry endeavour?

yeah, i have this laundry basket in my room, and it's been invisible for the past year or so because of the pile of clothes covering it. i basically use the hamper as a bucket in which i can keep all the clothes i'm too lazy to wash and put away, would never wear in public, or which hold a deep sentimental value for me. so it started getting really bad and so i got out of bed at nine and started separating the clothes into different categories, and washing batches, and rearranging batches, and putting certain batches in garbage bags, whispering "good fucking riddance." so then i went too far and i started going through all my drawers and shit, finding stuff to send out to goodwill and stuff to throw away and stuff to wash and save for when i might actually wear it someday (the big blue pants and the skeleton shirt; i'd missed them). so now there's all kinds of trash all over my room (even more than usual), and my laundry basket's still full (ain't no motherfuckin' way all these clothes are getting washed today), but at least i have some clean clothes and

gtg

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong