Life of a Creative Writing Grad Student [and knitter]

The occasional opining of a sleep-deprived grad student, with cheese.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

Stupid things

People ocassionally do things that, when thought about, are revealed as the stupid things they are. Things like locking keys in the trunk of the car, or chewing strawberry flavored gum right after eating garlic bread. These things can be avoided with some forethought. I myself have yet to do these two stupid things, although I am very good at forgetting the time. For instance, it is now a bit after 11. I've been trying to go to sleep at about this time, so that I can actually fall asleep (with help still, unfortunately) by midnight or one am. I have also just realized the time. And have just finished consuming a batch of fried onions. Keep this in mind.

There are things in the world that, when eaten before bedtime, have disastrous results on the human dream cycle. These things can be different for different people, but large meals are a definate no-no, and particularly strong foods, like garlic, spicy sauces, peppers and onions tend to be more widespread in peoples' lists of things that keep them up at night. My own list includes fried food, chocolate, cheese, ham, onions, and turkey bacon (a recent addition, that). Now remember what I just ate, like a moron. I ought to down three ounces of sharp cheese and a Cadbury Creme Egg (I horded mine, so I've still got over a dozen of them--and they're not for sale), just to complete a trio that will inspire twisted short stories for a week.

Last night I had a dream on an empty stomach that included my father hugging me and telling me that I should stay around for the morning walk. I demured, saying it was nearly two am, and if I wanted to get home and showered first, I wouldn't have time to come back and walk. For some reason, we were by the CA strawberry boxes, and when I woke up, I did not recognize or feel the arm my head was resting on. Then the blood began rushing back into that arm, and I started to wish I still couldn't feel it. It was odd, looking at that utterly foreign arm, wondering what it was doing there, and who it belonged to. And I still haven't got the faintest idea what walk he was talking about. It seemed like it was a walk-a-thon type of thing, with coolers at every fourth-mile for sweaty couch potaotes who needed a breather. Just the kind of thing I'd have skipped if I had had the time.

Oh well. I wonder what my onion-drugged brain will conjur up tonight? It's about time to find out.

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