Went a little nuts the last few days. Hallucinated a little the last few mornings. Ran around screaming a little. Then I had some tea. It was quite good – black tea with some mint added for flavor. Night shift is nice – you can go completely out of your gourd and nobody notices because everyone is too damned tired to think much of it. This is a little different from past experiences in a similar vein. I had some aphasia in speech, which probably confused people a bit, but I blame the fact that I don’t watch TV or read newspapers. Of course I’m going to say strange things when I’m grasping at cultural straws. Other people inhabit a strange world full of advertisements and corporate shenanigans and that’s totally normal for them. I’m just a strange guy who says weird things. That’s me! Thank goodness for those blank, tired eyes. Then – there! Shadows darting around the road, splotches on my windshield, psychedelic broccoli, and then it’s time for bed. Oh, how I miss sleep. I don’t know whether it’s goodmorning or goodnight. Maybe it’s both?
Another goodmornight song.
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That does sound like good tea.
I say good morning at 2 in the afternoon. If your good night is at 6 or 7 am so be it. Hopefully the transition will calm down soon
I despise advertisement. The entirety of it. It’s like a codified form of sociopathy.
i imagine a bunch of majors in that field sitting around a table:
“hehehe how can we exploit human psychology to get the emotional saps to empty their pockets today? Yes, more wholesome sounding words. More focus groups. More brown packaging and misleading prices. bwahahah yes! a white cowboy there and children running on a farm with guitar music more more. more beautiful model appearing white moms talking about cigarette addiction. dance puppets dance!”