SPOOGLIO

1:05 am

End Of Day:

Gooooood morning, the headlines are de-presss-ing,
So have some break fast co-me-dy between show-er-ing-and dressss-ing


Between showering and dressing, indeed. It's between going to sleep and waking up right now, only I haven't gotten around to the first part quite yet. I guarantee that it is at the absolute top of my list right now. I've been getting a lot done on my sleep-dep schedule. I think that the part of me that obsessively tracks the things that happen in the immediate environment doesn't stay up quite this late, enabling me to pay large sums of attention to any random thing I choose.

Of course, since I'm not paying as much attention to the world around me as I usually do (really, I do. honest.) I am prone to doing things like putting my foot in a plate of pie on the floor. Or becoming entangled in the lamp on my desk without noticing, and then trying to stand up. This is one reason it is very important for me to be alone when I'm trying to concentrate:

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(I can't decide whether it's "I can't interact with people properly" or "I'm likely to embarrass myself".)

Since I finished a great deal of work at work today, I'm going to give myself a present. Mm, a something. I dunno. I can't do that sort of thing until my furniture situation is resolved. Bed. I need bed. Sleeping on floor is bad because:

1. Startling morning deadness in various body parts.
2. Rug Lint.
3. No edge to grab for while freaking out and twitching violently during the moment at the edge of sleep when gravity seems to change directions.
4. Might wake up under desk and sit up, bonking head. (I really haven't done it yet)

So I prepare to go to Northgate, to buy a convertible bed/couch (the only way this room will work with this desk and this person), A lone futon warrior battling the hours of darkness. uh, Byeah. Anyway, I finally framed the poster Le'a sent me for my birthday. (For my birthday 13 months ago.) It features a little business guy walking through light surf (which doesn't seem to be getting him very wet) towards the intersection of two huge escalators on the apparent edge of the water/world. There's a quote on the 'matting' around the image which says "I'm a pilgrim on the edge, on the edge of my perception. We are travellers at the edge. We are always at the edge of our perception." This is slightly better than those "Cute bunnies are friends" captions. We sure like the word "edge" these days.

(The word "hedge" is not enjoying similiar popularity. Perhaps it's more than just the way it sounds.)

I would not like to see another band with the word "Box" in their name. Or a number at the end. Kris and I used to go through The Stranger counting bands with either feature. Numbers from 20-50 were most popular. We had a list of popular band words, and we tried to make a reasonable sounding parody band name using as many typical components as possible, like "DogBox 29". ("Dog", "Truck", and "Star" are on the list) Then Matchbox 20 came along, and we thought for a second that they had caught on and were satirizing the phenomenon. Nope. They are for real. Our next band name will be "Box box 23". Or maybe just the word "box" 50 or 60 times. Or perhaps a really huge number. If we WERE to change our name, "seriously", it'd probably turn into "Naked Baker". Boy, that's fun to say.

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