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Thursday, July 30, 2009 Working On The Summer Fever Blues  Someday I hope to be outside conquering the world again. I have been sick all week since my birthday last Sunday and it's pummeling me with sadness and bad vibes. I haven't mounted my bicycle--or done anything of physical consequence--since I rode home from my basketball game on Sunday and it's been making me feel more or less like a dead man. In addition to no biking, I've skipped two yoga classes and one basketball practice (and had a game rained out) due to low energy and here I am now, at home again at 11:30 pm on a summer Thursday night when I should be out gallivanting and trying to help determine the new world order. Beyond that, even doing things like working or writing have been a slog, as my brain feels largely exhausted and mush-like, and wherever I am and whatever I'm doing, I seem to wish only for a soft bed or couch and sleep***. Which, if you know me is CRAZY, because if there's anything I pretty much never wish for, it's sleep. I prefer to live and run and stay awake until my body is literally incapable of functioning... so to actually be in the frame of mind where I'm craving sleep during daylight suggests that something is amiss. Overall, I'm amazed at the degree to which my entire mental state is thrown into the gutter when I'm sick, and I guess I just need to thank my lucky stars that I'm generally a healthy man. I am listening to the Grateful Dead now and wishing I had some grass and I hope that tomorrow I will be able to summon the energy to resume my fight against the light. NOTES: *** -- Or look at camera lenses. Ken Rockwell, I can't quite explain how you've managed to drain hundreds of hours out of my life with your engaging pseudo-scientifically conflicting reports of definite musts and absolute don'ts. But dear god, I can't tear my fucking eyes away. Labels: BEAUMONT, exercise, fucktactics, sleep posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 7/30/2009 09:50:00 PM 0 comments |
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