Loading ...So whaddya do with all that extra time?
Play video games.
Nah not really. I do a lot of reading because my mind isn’t clear and focused enough to do much else. Yet. But I enjoy the extra time, and I like knowing its there for when I adjust.
If I adjust.
And I do seem to be adjusting quicker than expected. Of course, I’m a Gemini. We adjust. We adapt. We have dreams about being in boarding school and long-lost ex-boyfriends who turn up and have sex with the long-lost ex-girlfriends of friends.
But I love the naps. The naps are better that the core sleep. The naps feel slightly naughty.Curling up in the middle of the day, catching a 30 minute snooze when I should be… what? What should I be doing that I can’t do later during that four extra hours a day that I’m awake?
Also, the naps are different. A different kind of sleep. They’re hard to explain, but feel like a hybrid of sleep and deep meditation. They feel like a journey. A slow descent to the point of unconsciousness, then an immediate turn around, and ascent into waking. Its weird, accompanied by dream images that aren’t precisely dreams. They’re fun. They’re new. They’re shiny.
I like’em.
Unfortunately, I’m finding I only need two naps a day rather than three. I’d like to take a third, but so far can only manage two. The need for a third nap might grow as my body and brain adjust to the new schedule, but for now, two seems to be enough.
By the way, I wrote ‘body and braid’ up there.
I need a nap.
Buy me a beer!
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maybe it’s just the allergies, so you sound like you hab a code.
you’re remembering more dreams, and i’m starting to have trouble retrieving mine. dream stealer.
Ugh, Stefficus, “dream stealer” reminded me of dreadful song “Dream Weaver” by Gary Wright. What a misery that song is, and now I can’t get it out of my head. I’d have to go listen to something totally different like Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Oh for fuck’s sake Mojo - now I’ve got that song in my head!
I’m totally susceptible to ear-worms - and that one. Must. Be. Banished.
Laibach is my usual ear-worm repellent, but maybe I’ll try something different. Hmmmm…. I think Sunn0 might do it.
Sorry, Che. TRULY, I apologize. Anything is better than that song, but one’s favorites are often the most soothing remedy for those pesky earbugs.
Damnable song!
The thing is, I probably haven’t even thought of that song since what…the 70s? Then you bring it crashing back in lurid, nauseating technicolor… or more like clashing pastels really. *shudder*.
I think I owe you an ear-worm. Something like Walter Egan’s Magnet and Steel or maybe Run Joey Run by David Geddes.
Oh the horror.
It’s my way.
Hmmm… I suppose I deserved that, but I only know Run Joey Run
.
I don’t know the other one but the title alone suggests it’s utterly horrid.
Listening to iTunes Radio online now… I need constantly changing music to push those horrible songs out of my brain!
four leaf clover is THE earworm remedy. sure, it’s sappy and annoying, but it displaces other annoyance and sap, and then it thoughtfully goes away itself. i don’t know how it works, i flat out did NOT believe the person who shared this with me, either, but it works.
until then, i’m enjoying the fact that mojo’s getting blamed for what i started. hehe.