sleepless again
Damn, I ran out of xanax and sure enough I am sleepless. Drinking some wine right now, which helps but it's much slower.
So I'll write something in the meanwhile. Which also helps.
And play non-stop on loop my favorite song of the moment:
http://www.subzin.com/quotes/Fast+Track
...00:01:28 # Now here's a little game for you to play #
00:01:32 # What kind would you say? #
00:01:36 # A sort of a puzzle as you soon will see #
00:01:41 # Now you've intrigued me #
00:01:44 # All you have to do is add things up #
00:01:48 # Sounds simple enough #
00:01:52 # And imagine what one plus one plus one #
00:01:56 # Will be #
00:02:00 # All we need #
00:02:03 # Is an afternoon of skipping through the mind...
I don't know what "skipping through the mind" means but I could use some of that, too.
I can't start messing with my systems or it'll wake me up even further. I need something light, like writing hier. And skipping and misspelling words, as usual, due to taking xanax which causes some sort of amnesia, even in small doses.
Well, here's a little game for you and I...
Nice song. Wine still not kicking in.
Turned the alarm off. Screw them all.
Guess what. This song would not be the same without the girl singing it. She brings a lot to it. Half of what I like is brought by her voice.
No way... she is actually on wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karen_Elson
Hot girl, too.
Anyway, I have to answer to adamus.
There. I replied. So I am now resuming my insomniac post.
A part of my worries is that part I can't talk about due to a superior entity not being pleased with my thoughts being reported on my journal. So let's just skip that part.
The rest of my worries have to do with the fact that I am still at the office and I don't see the end approaching, except by retiring at the regular retirement age. I need a lot more than an afternoon of skipping through the mind.
I don't know what'll come out of this investment deal. Proceeding very slowly. Potentially it will increase exponentially or similar, potentially, but right now I am seeing no returns and so on. Basically the problem is that at this rate I don't see the end of my "office space" life. Not getting into details.
Just like in the video above, "I believe I can fly" turns into "I believe... you have my stapler".
More and more tired. More and more drunk, but still not falling asleep. Those *******s. I have some resentment towards my colleagues. Not getting into details.
Need to write something worthwhile and worthwriting.
I can't write about superior entity.
What's left.
Not much left. But I am still venting out some stress, regardless of not mentioning the exact causes.
Back to my old writing self.
Leaving it all black on white, ink on paper. All virtual.
Killing my enemies and worries with my pen... keyboard. Keypresses.
Need to write more. Still unable to fall asleep. Damn. I think too much, as they all say.
"You think too much".
Damn.
Damn.
Screw them all.
Maybe my dad will give me some money, maybe it will take another illness, tumor or similar... I mean, we were talking the other night and he asked, frustrated, why I was so dependent (emotionally, too) on other people to invest on my systems, and asked me what it took to invest on my systems (which I talk about all the time) and I said that it took about 45k, and he seemed to almost be willing to offer the capital, but "almost" only. Yeah, and I didn't ask the question "so why don't you give me the money?". I have been humbled enough by my dad to ask him this type of questions any more. If something drastic happened such as being dropped by the investors or having some serious illness, he might finally give me some serious dough. But for a while longer my life will just keep being like this:
And it's getting closer and closer to the fool on the hill, or the fool on the desk:
Ok, this is it... it's happening: I am falling asleep.
Still listening to myself and not to them:
And he never listens to them,
He knows that they're the fools
But it's getting harder and harder.
Nope, thought wrong. I am not falling asleep yet.
Damn.
At least I can count on one thing: gravity. Even though here it says it is not the same everywhere:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth's_gravity#Variation_in_gravity_and_apparent_gravity
The strength of Earth's apparent gravity varies with latitude, altitude, local topography and geology...
However, there's some gravity everywhere I go on earth, so this gives me some confidence. I know I can cling to this force. This force will never let me down. Yeah, gravity's my best friend.
Getting closer and closer. Another 15 minutes, and I will turn this off and try to go to sleep again. Hey, my body and mind are complaining to a... "I believe you have my stapler" lifestyle. This is not what I expected from life. No one helped me, my dad mostly discouraged me, and here I am - I failed.
Damn, I can hear the neighbour coughing. Tsucks. So he can hear me type as well. Maybe he's coughing to complain about my music. Screw the neighbours, too.
Getting there... last few words.
"Destiny"... some say "I believe in destiny". The concept is tempting.... but it's meaningless bull****. It's all random. No one has meant us to be anything.
I will quote, as my last few words before falling asleep, some part of the song I've kept listening throughout this post, Little Game.
Still coughing. Screw you, man, why did you get a room so close to mine? I was here first.
Ok, quoting and then going to bed.
Still coughing.
Damn.
Oh, actually good, maybe he dies. Keep coughing.
00:01:28 # Now here's a little game for you to play #
00:01:32 # What kind would you say? #
00:01:36 # A sort of a puzzle as you soon will see #
00:01:41 # Now you've intrigued me #
Still coughing. Damn asshole.
Ok. Good night to all.