Monday, April 08, 2002
Yeah, it's 12:42 p.m. CST and I'm making a post. Ain't life weird.
Insomnia sucks ass through a Crazy straw (as Spooky is want to say). I lay in bed, unsleeping from 3:15 a.m., when I finally decided it was time to stop reading (Time Traveler: In Search of Dinosaurs and Ancient Mammals from Montana to Mongolia by Michael Novacek) and go to sleep. I even took Valerian. At 4:30 a.m. I was still lying there awake, so I took two more Valerian. By my best estimates, I finally fell asleep about 6:15, after the "blue horror of dawn" was well underway. I slept fitfully for four or five hours. Jennifer "woke" me about 10 a.m., because UPS had somehow managed to overcome their ignorance of doorknobs and delivered In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers. I opened the package, looked blearily at the book, grunted something, and fell back into my not-quite-asleep-or-awake state. I finally gave up at 11 a.m. and had breakfast. I wish someone would explain to me how we can possibly call ourselves "modern," when I can't even go to the corner chemist and buy a small bottle of laudanum to solve this problem.
Now I have to go spit up some words.
Oh. Yeah. In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers is a gorgeous little book. If you do not buy a copy, you deserve a thousand sleepless nights haunted by the smell of Valerian.
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