A Strangling Winter

Other things
When the sand turns to glass, and all that's left is the past, I will love you still.
Other things
Take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up beside of me
In whispers, it convinces me
Other things
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
Other things
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone.
Other things
If love's a word that you say Then say it, I will listen.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbour's as are their daytime hopes and aspirations. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald

I've been struggling with insomnia lately, as evidenced by the fact that I cannot seem to fall asleep until 3 am, with the TV blaring infomercials in the background. On Wednesday night, at the suggestion of my doctor, I agreed to take an Ambien. Knowing my penchant for making Ambien-induced phone calls, I placed my iPhone across the room and made sure my password was in place. Unfortunately, it was all for naught. Starting at 12:51 a.m., I made a series of phone calls to members of my contact list. I only discovered that fact this afternoon, when scrolling through my call log. After texting my victims my apologies, I was able to gather the following snippets:

Ethan, asking about my cat: Where's Josie?
Me, rolling around in bed: She's laying right next to me. And she's morphing. She's beautiful.

Me, oversharing as usual: I went to the lady doctor today, and she said the baby factory seems to be in working order.
Ethan, trying to sound interested: Oh really?
Me, acting oblivious: Yes, and I'm going to buy some books about getting married and having babies, so I'm ready when you ask me. Lots of books. All the books Borders has in stock!
Ethan, clearly placating me: You get right on that, baby!

Seth, almost 1000 miles away: So when are you coming to visit me?
Me, considering the trip: Well, Jimmy is going to come with me.
Seth, repeating the question: Yes, but when are you coming?
Me, marginally on topic: When you find a girl to keep Jimmy company. He needs to be distracted, dammit. I can only do so much!

Jimmy, answering his phone: Hello?
Me, in a high-pitched giggle: Helloooooo.
Jimmy, discerning as always: Did you take Ambien again?
Me, elongating my words: Yessss.
Jimmy, moderately amused: And how are you enjoying it?
Me, clearly hallucinating: I see tap-dancing cows in top hats!
Jimmy, laughing hysterically: Oh do you?
Me, sounding indignant: They're on their hooves, Jimmy. They're on their HOOVES!

Me, crossing my legs: I have to pee.
Jimmy, the voice of logic: Go to the bathroom.
Me, following the directions: Okay.
(I walk to the bathroom, stumbling as I go.)
Me, staring at the toilet: I don't remember how it works. There's some complicated machinery here.
Jimmy, commenting wryly: Are we talking about you or the toilet?

Internet, this incident defies explanation. I was bewildered by the workings of modern day plumbing, yet I was able to get out of bed, walk across the room, unplug my phone, type in the password, and scroll through my contacts list. I barely have that much coordination when I'm awake. Isn't it a good thing I don't have your number?


posted by Aurelie @ 1:48 AM  
  • At July 25, 2009 at 9:57 PM, Blogger Amanda @ Serenity Now said…

    Hi there! I am very late in responding, but I wanted to thank you for stopping by! :) I am always happy when I "meet" another SYTYCD fan. I thought Nigel's comment re: Evan's eyes was stupid. Just looking for something, anything to pick on. I love Evan. :)

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