06 May 2001 ~ Fifty-seven channels...

Fifty-seven channels and nothing's on...

I have never found this to be so true as right now, at 8.46 on a Sunday morning. What the fuck? So I fell asleep a little early last night and woke up a little bit early, and I'm not motivated enough yet to go get coffee and spend my time being a revolutionary... Does this mean I deserve to be subjected to infomercials and church services until ten o'clock? Television is such a poor excuse for entertainment.

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I had this dream the other night about a sort of ropes-course. Only, the ropes course was completely vertical, and one had to climb all these ridiculously scary rope ladders and creaky wooden things to get to the top, whereupon one could slide down this enormous slide... All these little kids were bustling past me, and I was too scared of heights to keep going. In the end, I woke up.

If the events of the next day weren't enough to relieve me of my mild fear of heights, nothing will ever be enough. Norman and I decided to be "explorers," (say anything kinky and I kick you...) and ended up crossing directly over the Chenango River with nothing beneath us except that fire-escape metal grating stuff... You could see absolutely everything below you; it was like walking on a sheet of glass. Also, it was night, and lights reflected off the river so that you could just barely make out the metal grating. It looked very much like you were walking on nothing, about to plunge into the river any second.

I did make it across. I think I'm not scared of heights any longer.

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I spent the entire weekend with Norman. It was nice. I like spending time with Norman, although it's a little exhausting.

Speaking of exhausting, I'm tired again and am going back to bed...

~Helena*