My New Bundle Of Sleep Deprivation

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Taken 10/3/15, before she came into my apartment

October 8 2015, 9:20pm: Dent arrives to the apartment. We cuddle for a few minutes and then she is settled in the bathroom to get used to a smaller area of the apartment. Baird and I go to the bar with Dani and Patchree.
11:45pm: Baird and I return. Dent is huddled in a corner behind the toilet. I pee, flush and her eyes go anime wide. I pick her up and try to soothe her. Obviously she fears I am going to devour her. I fear I will dissolve her with kisses.

October 9 2015, Some ungodly time in the morning: Dent is crying every time the backup fan kicks in. I bring a light in that does not make a sound. 
5:44am: Dent has been crying in the bathroom for the last 45 minutes. I went in to sit with her, but she hid behind the toilet and stared at me. I returned to bed and she had learned that mini mew cries sound much more heart-wrenching when she shoved her face close to the bottom of the door.

I will never sleep again.

#kittenwatch

Update: 6:51am: SERIOUSLY?!?!?!
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My New Bundle Of Sleep Deprivation

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Taken 10/3/15, before she came into my apartment

October 8 2015, 9:20pm: Dent arrives to the apartment. We cuddle for a few minutes and then she is settled in the bathroom to get used to a smaller area of the apartment.

Baird and I go to the bar with Dani and Patchree.
11:45pm: Baird and I return. Dent is huddled in a corner behind the toilet. I pee, flush and her eyes go anime wide. I pick her up and try to soothe her. Obviously she fears I am going to devour her. I fear I will dissolve her with kisses.

October 9 2015, Some ungodly time in the morning: Dent is crying every time the backup fan kicks in. I bring a light in that does not make a sound. 
5:44am: Dent has been crying in the bathroom for the last 45 minutes. I went in to sit with her, but she hid behind the toilet and stared at me. I returned to bed and she had learned that mini mew cries sound much more heart-wrenching when she shoved her face close to the bottom of the door.

I will never sleep again.

#kittenwatch

I honestly had one of the most beautiful dreams I have ever experienced.

It’s been a rough two weeks, but I’m still happy. It’s strange how being exactly where you’re meant to be affects your ability to react to the little things that are shitty, but happen when you least expect it.

Last night was a night of insomnia. It wasn’t bad. I wasn’t upset about it. I do, however, have a tendency of forcing myself to stay in bed when I am having a bout because I’m very much like a child and will pass out eventually.

And I did.

In my dream, I was living in a house with a bunch of friends from the west coast. It honestly had the feel of a commune. There were always people around and they were talking to each other and I didn’t understand any of the words coming out of their mouth. I think a part of me knew that they were speaking English because I stared in abject horror and wondered what was wrong with me.

A few people talked to me and I could feel the reverberation of my jaw and hear the timbre of my voice, but I had absolutely no idea what I had said. I think that I may have excused myself and walked to what I could only assume was my room. For some reason there was a sink and mirror against a wall (like they do in hotel rooms sometimes). I leaned against the chilled porcelain and it felt like an eternity before I could look up at myself.

I saw the saddest flicker of light in my eyes. I even spent time looking at them. Icy blue iris with almost gold flecks around the pupil. It’s jarring to think of how many muscles were at work while I stood there trying to change my expression. I would shift to a smile, frown, make a monster face… but the sadness still remained in the coloring of my eyes. It was like a filter had been applied to them to dull their brilliance, but it was only appearance. It wasn’t my vision that was clouded.

I could hear people talking through paper thin walls and couldn’t understand anything that was being said. It was as if I was a character in the Sims that didn’t belong in the game. I grabbed a set of headphones and put them on.

They weren’t plugged into anything, but as soon as they settled over my ears I heard Calexico – Frank’s Tavern. Before I realized it, I was dancing with my back to the door. My movement was fluid and almost ballet-inspired. I closed my eyes and danced for a little bit until I felt pressure against my right palm.

I lifted my lids and found myself falling into my eyes again, only to realize that they didn’t have the flecks of gold mine did. I pulled back slightly and recognized the face of the man that was leading me along. He pulled back with my hands in his, allowing my legs to stretch. He pulled me back into a tight almost-waltz and finally spun me out. When I stopped spinning and the music ended I smiled and bowed.

I took the headphones off, but music continued. It was the voices of all of the friends I have made on the west coast. One-by-one, each of them danced with me and after each time I found myself understanding their words.

I have no idea what any of it meant, but I woke up wanting to thank that first friend. Without his help, it would have been a different dream. A terrifying dream.

Insomnia: I has it

I’m pretty sure that this is the reason why I don’t sleep an entire evening. I have really strange dreams. One morning I woke up in the middle of singing Michael Jackson’s “PYT”. The Monday morning I woke from this dream at 2am. With the three hours difference, I knew that people were partying in the speakeasy near the Largo following the Starfish Circus 2.

So I’m going to blame them for this dream that woke me and wouldn’t let me sleep afterwards. So… screw you guys.

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I Feel Like I Haven’t Slept so here’s randomblog.

Dear Body, Catch the funk up. Love, Ali

Yeah, so even though the clock says 11pm, my body is telling me it’s after 2AM. So i kind of understand how R. Kelly was feeling when he wrote “Bump N Grind”… Even though time and sex aren’t mutually exclusive.

So for some reason when we got back to the apartment after spending a lovely evening with Fred and Molly, I started sending Murf links to deviant art pages where the artist has done Calvin Klein style pinup renderings of Disney heroes.

For those of you thinking “that actually exists?”

http://davidkawena.deviantart.com/gallery/89102
You… are… welcome.

While I know that getting accustomed to the time shift here is pretty much the stupidest thing I could do (as I’m going to have to go back to work within twelve hours of my return home), I still find myself satisfying the urge of staying awake. It’s more of a desire to stay awake and type next to someone that is on their laptop instead of typing in the morning (and I also find that I’m funnier when I’m exhausted).

Though I have done some touristy shite while I’ve been out here, I’d like to think that I have been taking some time for myself to just… be.

The best part of vacation for me is the opportunity to decompress and really take stock in why I am so miserable.

This is why I think people should pay me to be awesome. Really. It works for a lot of people and I would be lying if I told you that this entire sauce of awesome is effortless. No. Typing is very strenuous work. Also I have to remember to write things down which is an uber pain in the bottom. Uh… and while I am doing this I am not doing things that are completely for me, like image searching disney fan art and drooling at the boys in briefs, or the zombie princesses.

In all fairness I started by doing a wallpaper search for my computer but my brain decided that was a bad idea and that dicking around was a good one. So I just spent two hours looking at pictures. These are two hours of life that I could have been paid for doing something like that. So… get your shit together, internet. Mama needs a new tattoo (Not a joke. That will probably happen within the next few days. I have the itch for ink.)

On my facebook page last night (or was it two nights ago?) I posted the query “Is the plural of uterus uteruses or uteri? Example sentence: “Startling news today. Thousands of [plural version uterus] appeared in piles on the coast of Madagascar. Full story at eleven.” What resulted was the best string of comments on my page that I have seen in quite some time. It also made me realize that I’m a horrible person for not visiting Dru in the last six years. I had so much fun during SAD2005.

That was where my initial experiment of “meet people from the internet that live far away” began. My friend Jackie and I flew from Connecticut to Washington to meet up with a girl we spent years playing Puzzle Pirates with. If that doesn’t establish some nerd cred, y’all can do scupper yourself. While we were there we did many things that I forgot because I spent the majority of my time in a drunken stupor. ONE OF THE PLACES HAD A BUCKET OF RUM! A BUCKET! And they let you drink it yourself. There was karaoke, the Science Fiction museum, chilling with the Troll under the bridge, drinking, merriment, and tons of hugs. I didn’t want to leave!

Memories are fun. Remember when they were hard to keep track of? Now there are things like Faceyspace and MyBook and Flixbucket and Vimootube… So many places to put things. SOOOOOO MANY! I find that I end up losing track of the countless social sites I’m on then the memories from vacations. But that’s probably because I get updates that say “so and so posted your drunk ass on their account and tagged you in it”.

I don’t know where I was going with this. I DO know that I am completely exhausted and that I should probably lock my eyes closed for a little while. Tomorrow is another day and we are doing… something. Possibly taxidermy. Maybe flower gardens.

I wonder if there’s a Groupon for either of those.

Let’s all go to bed, okay? On the count of three!!!
sdkl;dlkjafs:flkcj czx:LKfcnz Dlfke;liasdnassammich.

In my dreams, I am a monster.

In my dreams, I am a monster.

I typed up the following immediately after waking up.

Dreamt that I was visiting my dad and talking about someone blackmailing me when a meteor hits the ground. We go outside to take pictures and the meteor bounces and finally I grab and crack it and there is an alien in it. It looks like a paint can with googly eyes and very jack o lantern like teeth but floppy. Got dad to take a picture of me holding it then I destroyed it because it was freaking out.
1/27/11

Night Rambling

This is a collection of stuff I’ve said over the last few nights.

“Instead of Fuddruckers, let’s go to Muthafuckas.”
“I think my spirit animal is a Jaguar. The car, not the animal. Fucker.”
*hic* “bubblybubblybubblybub”
“Do you know the pussyfoot? Then let’s DANCE, sucka!”
“That aint old school, that’s preschool.”
“The map is literally shaved unto that poodle! Don’t let that wiley little fuck out of your sights!!”

Night Rambling

“The bartender needs more ice. He’s a penguin.”
“Your plan is flawed. What the fuck is a lumberjack gonna do in space?”
“Emissions testing is for your car. I don’t think they do the nocturnal type.”
“You need a colonic. ‘Cause you’re full of shit!”
*half awake* “Back! Back! Go back! I won the lottery!”