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some times I forget to breathe there are weeks where I have no recollection of laying down.. not prone, not supine, not on my side... I sit or walk around at work and then do errands or stuff and then sit down here in the big green chair, reach over for the laptop, and start typing... some time later I wake up wondering how long I was asleep... it's never very long, because the TV or rattle of kitchen utensils or some sound wakes me... I'm a little stiff and stand up to stretch (though sometimes I just continue typing, amazing that the laptop is still on my lap... I sit the laptop on an upside down folded up folding lap table with it's legs allowing air to pass under the laptop so it doesn't overheat and then sit that on a table top, the kind that sits on metal legs, but the legs come off, you know?... and that table top sits on a pillow to keep pressure off my legs, otherwise they'd be more numb... this pressure on my lap can be more stimulating than intended, especially when I fall asleep, but that's another story)... meanwhile, I wake up to Field of Dreams and it doesn't take five minutes for tears to come to my eyes... Costner was on such a roll back then, what happened?... anyway, I am way too emotional for the fantasy world in which I live (no wonder I escape to Stephen King intensity and Douglas Adams irreverence when I read)... the channel changes and it's Charlie's Angels and Drew Barrymore's cuteness takes me back to ET and more misty memories... ET marks the start of a great lull of acceptible professional stagnation in this life... and then, suddenly, there's WWE... nearly naked grown men hugging and throwing each other around... the sexism and chauvanism and machismo is sad, but what amazes me is how popular it is... take me back to Field of Dreams, please... or a good Meg Ryan film, that'll bring out the lonely hearts... and tears, oh yes, tears of dreams... they will come... and I stretch and take a deep breath and suddenly remember breathing and I wonder when the last time I actually breathed... previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |