skepticlysm

Tag: sleep

  • Status Quoth

    Status Quoth

    • Today’s a White Blank Page kinda day.
    • Some days, the Stream does not flow.
    • It’s worse when it’s fiction and not this nonsense.
    • Still sucks though.
    • At my advanced age, I finally appreciate the need for good sleep.
    • Not just some.
    • But plenty and good quality
    • I mentioned this yesterday.
    • Not getting good sleep craters your entire next day.
    • I passed out on the couch yesterday afternoon.
    • It’s not that I mind a nap.
    • I used to.
    • The Teenager does.
    • She resents them.
    • Will not entertain the notion.
    • We had a talk about sleeping in school the other day.
    • Because I sure did when I was her age.
    • She said she’ll put her head on her desk but will not sleep.
    • I had no compunction about falling asleep in class.
    • There was this one time in Oklahoma History in ninth grade where I was napping and the teacher (yes, I remember her name; she hated me) called on me to answer a question.
    • I lifted my head, gave the correct answer, put my head back down.
    • My friends told me about her face afterward.
    • She also made fun of me, in front of the class, for shopping at the Army Surplus store.
    • That day, I had on my black Vision Streetwear, my OD BDUs, and my white Metallica “Crash Course in Brain Surgery” t-shirt.
    • Got an A in her class, thank you very much.
    • Oklahoma history is the worst and getting worser apparently.
    • Thanks, Douche Walters.
    • Anyway, sleeping through history class was a thing for me.
    • But … I did the head-on-desk thing, too.
    • Like I said, I came to the appreciate sleep thing late in life.
    • I have only stayed up past midnight a handful of times in the last few years.
    • Used to be every day.
    • Every night?
    • I dunno.
    • Fatigue wins out.
    • That’s what I’m saying
    • Listen to your bodies.
    • These days, I miss out on sleep it’s like I stayed up drinking.
    • The hangover feels the same.
    • And takes as long to recover.
    • The worst.
    • Also why (you know, when I can) I never have more than two drinks, and probably just once a week.
    • Not a tax I want to pay.
    • There are plenty I don’t mind.
    • We won’t get into that.
    • But taxes are necessary for a functioning society.
    • You know what else I worry about?
    • Not being able to spell.
    • Been writing by hand a lot the past few days.
    • Paranoia.
    • Because people are going to see it.
    • We are all dependent upon spellcheck.
    • They want me dependent upon Grammarly.
    • Get the f out of my face with that.
    • Yes, I know the rules.
    • Yes, I know if I let Grammarly into my shit, it’ll sound like someone else wrote it.
    • I had one of my coworkers ask me how to get better at writing.
    • “Write.”
    • Sounds ridiculous.
    • Trite.
    • You have to develop your voice, and there’s only one way to do it.
    • Read and write?
    • Writing sculpts your brain.
    • I always imagine …
    • Have I done this already?
    • F.
    • My brains are fried.
    • No writing lesson for you today.
    • As usual, I want to talk music.
    • Sitting in the living room listening to the Tron Legacy soundtrack again.
    • Daft Punk.
    • It is good shit.
    • My default most days, however, is Tool.
    • Since the pandemic, my most-listened-to band.
    • I have rebought all their CDs for the car.
    • Cold. Dead. Hands.
    • But I won’t do that to the Wife while she works from home on the couch.
    • Had a station pause.
    • “Do you ever listen to music when you work from home by yourself?”
    • “Huh-uh.”
    • Alrightey then.
    • I have to have it.
    • You know this.
    • Well, some of you do.
    • Now the rest.
    • I have tinnitus.
    • Have had since 2008.
    • Music blunts the ring.
    • And well, you know how I feel about art.
    • Dammit all.
    • Music is cathartic.
    • Writing these lists does that, too.
    • Remember how we started.
    • Writer’s block. Bad mood (in case you missed it).
    • Doing this for me and inviting people along for the ride.
    • Gonna put the headphones on later and do some 10,000 Days.
    • And work on the book.
    • And call the Mayo.
    • This recovery shit is … busy.
    • Clock’s ticking, however.
    • And my brain is no longer content with the status quo.
    • I can keep going.
    • Poetry’s becoming a thing.
    • And I need to read some Hemingway as a recharge.
    • And these prints The Wife got (related) are amazing.
    • Need to be on the wall now.
    • What I’m saying …
    • “… Miles to go before I sleep.”