Confessions of an Insomniac
I cannot sleep.
Maybe I'm mulling over the War in Iraq, or about our troops in Afghanistan. Perhaps I'm excited about the new archeological find in Ethiopia - The Oldest Baby, perhaps not.
My mind wanders in and out. Clarity, Blank, What should I cook tomorrow, Blank, I wonder what people are dreaming about, Blank, maybe I should drink some liquid, Blank, probably not more of the tea that is keeping me up ... the randomness continues.
"The devil came here yesterday," he said, referring to Mr Bush's speech on Tuesday. "It still smells of sulphur today," he added. (BBC News) Hugo Chavez at the United Nations General Assembly
Transcript of Chavez's UN Speech
I know he was serious when he said it, but I still couldn't help but be amused when I read the BBC article.
9/11
2973 deaths in 2001
24 missing
America's Day of Terror - BBC
Conspiracy Theory
Hurricane Katrina
1836 deaths accounted for in 2005
705 missing
300,000 displaced
Understanding Katrina from a Social Science Perspective
Canadaville
CBC Story
I'm trying to understand the two and grasp the reasoning for the advertising, time and focus on one more than the other. Can anyone enlighten me?
It is 4:25 am, Toronto time. Silence fills the air, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. I'm wearing a handknit wool sweater that none of my friends like but that I adore. It's made up of three colours navy, grey and white. It's not quite the slick cowboy boot with cowboy hat look but more along the lines of something your grandmother would wear if she had been raised in the mountains or if she lived in the 'country'.
Can you tell I'm going senile yet?
The candles were lit and my eyes were closed. Getting ready to blow out the candles and wish for that one magic wish I was alloted every year on my birthday, I'd tighten the grip in my eyes, forehead furrowed and hands clasped, I prayed to the almighty candle that be, "I wish for a little brother, I hope I get a little brother, maybe this year a little brother will arrive" - and so were the hollow follies of my youth.
Stupid Candles.
Today is Oyster Day. The Firkin has oysters for a buck a shot and baby - that's where I'll be.
I wish I had someone to tell me a bedtime story right now.
I should hit the hay, good night.
---
It was early October and I had a week until I left for my big trip.
To be continued...
Maybe I'm mulling over the War in Iraq, or about our troops in Afghanistan. Perhaps I'm excited about the new archeological find in Ethiopia - The Oldest Baby, perhaps not.
My mind wanders in and out. Clarity, Blank, What should I cook tomorrow, Blank, I wonder what people are dreaming about, Blank, maybe I should drink some liquid, Blank, probably not more of the tea that is keeping me up ... the randomness continues.
"The devil came here yesterday," he said, referring to Mr Bush's speech on Tuesday. "It still smells of sulphur today," he added. (BBC News) Hugo Chavez at the United Nations General Assembly
Transcript of Chavez's UN Speech
I know he was serious when he said it, but I still couldn't help but be amused when I read the BBC article.
9/11
2973 deaths in 2001
24 missing
America's Day of Terror - BBC
Conspiracy Theory
Hurricane Katrina
1836 deaths accounted for in 2005
705 missing
300,000 displaced
Understanding Katrina from a Social Science Perspective
Canadaville
CBC Story
I'm trying to understand the two and grasp the reasoning for the advertising, time and focus on one more than the other. Can anyone enlighten me?
It is 4:25 am, Toronto time. Silence fills the air, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. I'm wearing a handknit wool sweater that none of my friends like but that I adore. It's made up of three colours navy, grey and white. It's not quite the slick cowboy boot with cowboy hat look but more along the lines of something your grandmother would wear if she had been raised in the mountains or if she lived in the 'country'.
Can you tell I'm going senile yet?
The candles were lit and my eyes were closed. Getting ready to blow out the candles and wish for that one magic wish I was alloted every year on my birthday, I'd tighten the grip in my eyes, forehead furrowed and hands clasped, I prayed to the almighty candle that be, "I wish for a little brother, I hope I get a little brother, maybe this year a little brother will arrive" - and so were the hollow follies of my youth.
Stupid Candles.
Today is Oyster Day. The Firkin has oysters for a buck a shot and baby - that's where I'll be.
I wish I had someone to tell me a bedtime story right now.
I should hit the hay, good night.
---
It was early October and I had a week until I left for my big trip.
To be continued...
posted by fifi at 3:09 a.m.
2 Comments:
Not being able to sleep is the worst - but baby brothers are probably over rated too so don't hate candles.
As for 9/11, the difference is that Americans everywhere really think it could happen to them, like local terrorists might target the South Tanawaska Mall or whatever. They went from feeling invulnerable to feeling terrified almost overnight. I'm sure they would have gotten over it by now if their government didn't make so much money from encouraging it.
G
PS thanks for the mention in your sidebar!
Yes, Insomnia is tough. Living through it all day with a surprise interview and more was a 'pleasant' surprise when all I wanted to do was nap.
Right on the money about the US gov't and their cash cow. A religion in the making.
I still want siblings.
You're very welcome for the mention - it's for a selfish reason as well, I'd like to keep up with your blogs.
Ft
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