YOut In the Dark
Lying in my bed in the darkness for two hours, I wondered and wondered, and thought of many things--random and floating, sweet and memorable. Then I thought of other, more random things, and wondered what people without journals did when they thought of things like these, inconsequential, out-of-the-blue thoughts that just needed to be expressed, like, "What if I become an air stewardess, and then get promoted to work in SIA headquarters? No, but then I'd be stuck in an aeroplane 24/7 and get so much I'd get fat. And I wouldn't be able to take ballet classes cos I'll be flying everywhere." --Yeah, what would you do with that?
Sometimes I think I'm schizophrenic or something. I have a journal, a blog and tonnes of friends, and I'm still lying in my bed thinking weird thoughts to myself before I go to sleep. Sometimes for two hours, like tonight. Who does that? Especially after a very tiring day. There isn't even a need to think so much, especially rubbish thoughts that aren't really important or life-changing. I mean, they're nice to think about, but not the night before your Project Work Oral Presentation.
Maybe I'm just an insomniac. I remember this children's book my brother got for his birthday about an insomniac snail. It was so clever--every bird's name was somehow hidden in the drawing, and you had to look for it. I bet that would be a good way of entertaining someone before they went to sleep.
I mean, the fact that I'm up here using the computer and my mother, the classic owl, isn't, should be telling my body something, right? But noo, neither my brain nor my body listens to me now. Fantastic.
Jac! You've got to get to sleep! You have to get up in 5 1/2 hours to talk about plastic bags in front of four very scary grown-ups for five minutes! And after that answer questions about them! Go!
That's it, I'm going crazy.
jac was here with you
11/10/2005 01:19:00 am
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