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Nov. 13th, 2002 12:20 pmI think I lost my watch. What time is it?
Nov. 13th, 2002
AHH! Spiders!
Nov. 13th, 2002 02:33 pmToday I've been working working working. And spent half my lunch hour writing the novel and it's spilled over into non-lunch hour territory, but I'm still working simultaneously. If only I could do that all the time, but frankly, I have a headache. The good news is, as I've said, I'm working. And eating peanut M&M's.
Last night I had a waking nightmare that woke MelRo and induced her own waking nightmare. Here's what I think happened.
I'm sleeping when I feel something tickle my face. It could have been dog hair or free-floating dust or possibly MelRo's hair. The ticklish and icky feeling causes me to wake up and I see this thin-legged spidery thing which I later called a grandaddy long legs but it was actually more reminiscent of the metal spidery thing in Matrix. I saw it wriggling above MelRo's face and I think my adrenalin caused me to grip her tightly and/or make a noise (though I don't remember doing either). This caused her to wake up suddenly and start screaming. Not blood-curdling high pitched -- closer to Homer Simpson a la night terrors (e.g. AHH! Cobras!). Her screaming confirmed that the creature was real and not a dream so I started to really freak out and bury my face to protect myself from getting bitten. I saw the creature start to rise up towards the ceiling (further evidence in my mind that it was spider). MelRo asked what that was -- apparently she saw something too when she work, some strange configuration of lines. However, Sophie was only 2 feet away from us and didn't seem to noticing anything out of the ordinary. And I didn't seen anything on the ceiling. I managed to fall back asleep but only after turning over and burying my face in the pillow so I didn't have to feel it biting me if it returned.
Um, scary. Very scary.
In other news, and I'm not normally this self-congratulatory, but, my favorite line of the day comes from my own writing.
I looked at myself in that toaster and realized that I might have a lot of problems in my life but some of them can be solved easily with a trip to the drugstore.
Maybe it's just that it is apropos.
Last night I had a waking nightmare that woke MelRo and induced her own waking nightmare. Here's what I think happened.
I'm sleeping when I feel something tickle my face. It could have been dog hair or free-floating dust or possibly MelRo's hair. The ticklish and icky feeling causes me to wake up and I see this thin-legged spidery thing which I later called a grandaddy long legs but it was actually more reminiscent of the metal spidery thing in Matrix. I saw it wriggling above MelRo's face and I think my adrenalin caused me to grip her tightly and/or make a noise (though I don't remember doing either). This caused her to wake up suddenly and start screaming. Not blood-curdling high pitched -- closer to Homer Simpson a la night terrors (e.g. AHH! Cobras!). Her screaming confirmed that the creature was real and not a dream so I started to really freak out and bury my face to protect myself from getting bitten. I saw the creature start to rise up towards the ceiling (further evidence in my mind that it was spider). MelRo asked what that was -- apparently she saw something too when she work, some strange configuration of lines. However, Sophie was only 2 feet away from us and didn't seem to noticing anything out of the ordinary. And I didn't seen anything on the ceiling. I managed to fall back asleep but only after turning over and burying my face in the pillow so I didn't have to feel it biting me if it returned.
Um, scary. Very scary.
In other news, and I'm not normally this self-congratulatory, but, my favorite line of the day comes from my own writing.
I looked at myself in that toaster and realized that I might have a lot of problems in my life but some of them can be solved easily with a trip to the drugstore.
Maybe it's just that it is apropos.
Chicago Tribune Article on three transwomen. I want to e-mail the reporter and compliment the piece.
( surprisingly pretty good stuff )
( surprisingly pretty good stuff )