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no sleep 'til Sparta
Dec. 14th, 2007 01:20 pmWhen I graduated from University I got a job in Toronto and continued to live in Guelph. It was a 60-mile drive each way. I also kept my part-time job, bartending at night in a strip joint. It was a punishing schedule and there were days when I would suddenly wake up to find myself already at work. The most disturbing thing about this is that I'm convinced that if I ever do fall asleep at the wheel one day I am likely to wake up in Willowdale.
This morning I woke up in the shower. I have a vague idea I might have been talking to Axel at the time but I'm not entirely sure about that. I know that at one point I discovered I was talking to an empty room, and I'm not sure if it's because he left while I was talking to him or because I blanked out for a while or if I simply dreamed the whole incident. I do know that I later fell asleep while getting an acupuncture treatment[1]; snoring face down on the table with needles bristling out of my butt like a doped-out hedgehog.
We've hit the evil stage in the renos - the one where we aren't doing any actual work, but everything needs to be organized in order to create space for work to happen. Once again I am sorting things in and out of boxes, cleaning out spaces to be used for storage, putting excess crap up on freecycle and craigslist and in general just driving myself crazy. I set myself a list of tasks to be accomplished each night before bed and just sort of hope that I'll still manage to make it to bed before midnight. Hah. Fat chance. Instead I just sleep through alarm clocks and doze off on the subway and I still haven't gotten around to putting up my Haiti photos a full month later.
I console myself with the reminder that I spent an entire three hellish years doing this for LD50 and I didn't die then[2] so it's unlikely to kill me now.
[1] On top of everything else I have now developed sciatica. You can just imagine my fucking reaction when I got that piece of news.
[2] Although I did once fall asleep while doing sit-ups. When I woke up again I was still doing them.
This morning I woke up in the shower. I have a vague idea I might have been talking to Axel at the time but I'm not entirely sure about that. I know that at one point I discovered I was talking to an empty room, and I'm not sure if it's because he left while I was talking to him or because I blanked out for a while or if I simply dreamed the whole incident. I do know that I later fell asleep while getting an acupuncture treatment[1]; snoring face down on the table with needles bristling out of my butt like a doped-out hedgehog.
We've hit the evil stage in the renos - the one where we aren't doing any actual work, but everything needs to be organized in order to create space for work to happen. Once again I am sorting things in and out of boxes, cleaning out spaces to be used for storage, putting excess crap up on freecycle and craigslist and in general just driving myself crazy. I set myself a list of tasks to be accomplished each night before bed and just sort of hope that I'll still manage to make it to bed before midnight. Hah. Fat chance. Instead I just sleep through alarm clocks and doze off on the subway and I still haven't gotten around to putting up my Haiti photos a full month later.
I console myself with the reminder that I spent an entire three hellish years doing this for LD50 and I didn't die then[2] so it's unlikely to kill me now.
[1] On top of everything else I have now developed sciatica. You can just imagine my fucking reaction when I got that piece of news.
[2] Although I did once fall asleep while doing sit-ups. When I woke up again I was still doing them.
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