A Copy of A Copy of A Copy
December 01, 2003
Welcome back to the real world everybody! And by the real world, I mean, the sucky world where the hours tick-tock away while you slave for some boss you've never seen, nor care to, for that matter.
My boss happens to be John and Jane Q. Taxpayer and by god, I certainly don't wish to see all of you, especially this morning.
I didn't sleep all that well last night. Maybe it was my excitement for another fun-filled work week to begin this morning. Maybe my mind was carried away by daydreams (Or would it be nightdreams?(Wouldn't that just be dreams then?(But doesn't that imply sleeping?))) of my new love interest. Or maybe it was due to my now defunct sleeping schedule re-wired from the last 5 days of up-all-night partying/playing.
Today I feel quite a lot like the protagonist in Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club. Or to those of you who only saw the movie, Edward Norton. By that, I mean, at the beginning of the book when he is completely exhausted and vombie-like from insomnia. Here's an excerpt:
"This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you.
"All night long, your thoughts are on the air. Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia. Try to relax a little more with every breath out, but your heart's still racing and your thoughts tornado in your head.
"Nothing works. Not guided meditation.
You're in Ireland.
Not counting sheep."
Thats me today.
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