28 August 2000 ~ Narké

I'm reached a new state of exhaustion. I'm not tired any longer, and I don't think I could sleep if I went to my bed and closed my eyes. But I've hit the point where I don't think I could properly stand up in the shower, and have been having daydreams all day that approached mild hallucinations.

Time to cut back on the coffee and actually sleep once in awhile, I guess.

Although, being in this state is sort of fun. Interesting, at least. Certain things come very clearly into focus, while everything else sort of fades away. It's very much like sitting in a room full of pot smoke for a few hours and then trying to find your way home.

This evening, I composed some poetry in my head. It was in French. I haven't spoken a word of French in two years, and I barely passed my French classes in high school. I'm telling you, exhaustion is damned cool.

Heard that Pink Floyd song "High Hopes" while working this evening. Decided it is profoundly deep. Recognized it as a subtly-worded chronicle of the band's history. That song was my absolute favorite song for the entire year of 1994, and I never had a freaking clue what it was about except it was pretty. Tonight, I realized that like, half the words in it are references to other Pink Floyd songs, and wondered wh I never realized it before. I guess it takes the second most severe caffeine-crash in Helena-history to see the really obvious...

Aaron and I chased a bird last night in Wal-mart. Actually, it might have been a mosquito. It LOOKED like a mosquito, but the bitch was like, three feet long. Looked like a great blue heron. Wing span that covered the sun, lemme tellya.

Jo is watching a news-thing about Nixon or something. In related news, Chris and I have decided that our campaign-slogan for all of this year's political events is "We Like Dick." I'm going to use that as my response to ANYBODY who asks me if I'm voting for Hillary: "I like Dick."

I need to go to bed. I really, really do. But if I go to bed, I'll need to read a couple of pages of something before I can fall asleep, and I'm currently working my way through Stephen King's "The Stand." It seems to be Stephen King's ONLY book that has actually SCARED me, and I'm kind of scared to pick it up again and continue reading it.

Help, Helena, IS available...

Goodnight.

Crashing...
~Helena*