"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
My life the rollercoaster.

Even days: Up at 0600. Code until 1800 or so. Read. Asleep by 2200.
Odd days: Up at 0230. Code until 1700. Sleep. Up at 2200. Watch TV or read for a varying number of hours. Sleep more. Up at 0230. Watch more TV, code more.

These are not hard rules. For instance, I'm up at 0130 instead of in an hour. Perhaps in some alternate plane I'm still asleep.

Perhaps in some alternate plane I actually sleep normal hours, exercise, eat healthy, and have stable relationships with people I am emotionally bound to.

I bet I don't have fucked up dreams in this magical other place, too.

Also, I haven't eaten since yesterday sometime. And there's an earwig the size of a golf club in the bathroom.

At least I can do something about that.

(This is not to imply that I'm going to eat the earwig. Rather, I'm going to collect Pete's Bug Killing Shoe and act like the man of the house. Or something.)

July 22, 2005 1:40 AM