wildcat

On your third day without sleep, you start to get a little bit delirious and do random things like get up at five in the morning because you're bored with waiting to fall asleep and the sun's out anyway.

I turned on Wonder Boys at six-thirty this morning and ruminated on some odd subtextual elements; Antonia Sloviak, for example. She's the transvestite that Crabtree picks up on the plane, and while oddly disoriented for most of her on-screen time, she functions as a shaman character and is the only one disconnected enough from the main action to help Grady (The Michael Douglas character) - she tells him to go home, because he "could use some rescuing" himself. If he'd followed her advice, the movie would have been very different.

I made pancakes at seven this morning and generally zoned out with the movie until Michelle left. I seem to have become immune to neo-citrin, benadryl, and other sleep-inducing agents.

Went to the writing thing for about two hours last night, suffered through a few exercizes with the gang while I coughed and dealt with the latest symptom - an earache. I probably should have stayed home in bed, but that wasn't going to happen because I had just started to feel a bit crazy. By today, I'm delirious and hoping that I can make it through work tonight without any major crises happening. Glad I take the bus and don't drive; I'm a mess.

Going to have a shower and then work on a short story. It's absolutely beautiful out and I might consider a trip to Hillside Mall later to pick up strange medicines. Certainly can't hurt to muddle through.