My resolve to be youthful and enjoy the entertainments of the city's night life faltered. This Saturday, I slept. Sleep has eluded me in recent weeks. Recent months, actually, and the past year or so more generally - but the insomnia was never like this. Never before have I experienced sleep anxiety (a kind of performance anxiety, as AF put it). ( Read more... )

As usual, I took the N train home from work today. The ride was less frustrating than usual - I was immediately able to find a spot against the doors, and at the second stop I was even granted a seat. Despite my having slept an anomalous eight hours the previous night, I was tired. Sitting rendered me unable to concentrate on my book, as the motion ( Read more... )

I had a strange dream in which I seized control of the music played at the New York Sports Club (gym) I occasionally go to, and played Girl Talk. It truly united the classic rock-loving attorneys and hip-hop hardbodies who go there more regularly, and the gym turned into an uncanny cyborg dance party. As in, people were keeping the beat and dancing ( Read more... )

Like all things in my life, and like me, this post comes in a little late. Citing the nausea that has stalked me since yesterday afternoon and what amounts to a rather fluid-heavy head cold, I called in to work this morning and notified the boss man of my absence today. Then I slept for six more hours. After spending much of the day sorting through ( Read more... )

To the little bird who washed itself in the stream in the park while I sat on the rocks nearby the other day: thanks for stopping by.

I guess lots of stuff has happened. Also, hardly anything. Lately I feel like I'm living in a fugue. It would probably help if I kept some kind of ongoing journal of my thoughts and the events of my life. Hmm.

Holy crap, I last updated six weeks ago? I thought I would do better than that. I would write a bunch now, but I've had such a long day and want only to sit under moving air and watch a movie, which will be After Hours ( Read more... )

Your shittiness is incomprehensibleYou, caucasian, female, early to mid twenties, were standing on the Brooklyn-bound N/Q/R platform at the Canal Street stop at around 2:20 AM late Saturday night. I was on the N train that pulled up alongside you. I am sure you remember me. I was the guy stuck in between two cars, the doors of which became ( Read more... )

Numerous odd things occurred today ( Read more... )

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Kurt Vonnegut was a person I had really hoped to meet at some point. So it goes.