Over the past two days I have filled some private posts with reams of text. A couple were long and introspective, one was a story that I lost interest in telling about half way through and one was total nonsense that I wrote at 5am and has me yelling about eggs and involves my expired milk. Once again it’s the weekend and I am on the bi-polar down slope of a week in which I was manic but only marginally productive. I feel that my mood won’t be fixed by the simple act of having a coffee this time though. I’ve always thought that I dealt with stress well, able to laugh genuinely or flash a million dollar smile even while I felt like something was tearing up my insides. However, I’m really starting to fray right now.
On my days off this week I had insomnia. During the small amount of sleep that did occur, I had nightmares. On Tuesdays, which are my first of three consecutive days off, I take a purple pill to correct my sleeping habits until I work nights again on the week-end. For the first time ever it didn’t knock me out. That’s troublesome. I thought reading a novel in bed might help, and it has a little. Merle sent me Catch 22 by Joseph Heller but I didn’t feel like reading that so I went to the campus bookstore and picked out The Return of The Native by Thomas Hardy. Oddly enough, Catch 22 was vertically juxtaposed directly six inches below it, one shelf down. I am enjoying it so far, I still need to get the characters straightened out in my head though. I also find myself reading it aloud to help my understanding of the 19th century dialogue. Anyway, if I don’t feel like writing anything else between now and midnight I’m just going to throw that 5am post in below.
It’s 5am and I’m at work in a strange mood. In a little over an hour Matt will provide me with sweet relief. (I’m going to alias all my coworkers after the men with no arms and legs; Matt, Bob, Art, Phil and umm… Skip)
I’m walking home today because I need eggs! EGGS! After I put milk into my coffee yesterday little white chunklets swam around in it. I didn’t like that. The milk expired on the third. So I need eggs! EGGS! I require them to make puffy pancakes. PUFFY! I’m going to try and use the corrupted milk up fast. Puffy pancakes and coffee are pretty much the only stuff I use milk for. I should attempt to make crepes, there is a ton of milk in those bad boys. I would have to get out the electric mixer out though and the recipe is gibberish written in Francais. And Je n’ai compron pas l’francais tres bien. I know I mangled the spelling of that, I can say it decent though. Speaking l’francais is a pain. My Anglophone tongue doesn’t know how to blend an l into a f. It’s a little like “luff” I guess. And thus concludes another shitty little post that will never see the light of day. But turns out I included it anyway.
The Ancient Undergrad 
You’re a lot more determined when you read than I am. If I can’t understand what I’m reading, I just give up. This also applies to reading for classes.
Sorry to hear about your expired milk. At my place, it’s a big race to beat the expiration date. Doesn’t usually happen, since 2 out of the 4 people living here don’t drink milk.
Mmm… I have a killer crepes recipe. But, that is also in French. Try Google-ing it. Moi, je parle francais mais, je ne l’ai ecris pas tres bien de tout. Quatre ans de francais au lycee n’a rien fais pour mois!
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I never thought I would find spoiled milk funny. I swear, everytime I drink milk from now on I will smile and think of you. 🙂 Actually, your french isn’t bad. I don’t know it very well either, lol. Stupid verbs! Hope your insomnia gets better! *sends a hug*
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since i believe the good in man is god, then yes.
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A fellow insomniac. Lovely. Perhaps you can share thosepurple pills with me. Bon chance avec le francais; je ne reconnai pas rien de la langue (que j’ai etude’ pour huit ans). Did that make any sense?
I am a stickler with punctuation, so thank you for the tip at my site. You should read the book “Eats, Shoots and Leaves.” A la prochaine.
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Now you have me craving puffy pancakes!
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I think I’m manic too. I like to blame it on school. It’s gotten pretty bad though. I usually have absolutely no desire to do school work. Any suggestions of things to motivate me? Being in ruts are terrible. The worst part is in like five seconds of feeling awful I’ll get really happy again. Dear me. Maybe it’s part of growing up?!?!
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you’re right. it’s not more modest and reserved.
for some reason, i don’t like fluffy pancakes, and that’s all i know how to make.
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well i didnt at all get the “EGGS! PUFFY!” reference on my site until i read your most recent post… now it all becomes clear. 😉 lol i love people at 5 in the morning. tonight i am pulling an all-nighter (damn procrastination), so who knows? something similar might end up on my site, :)i work at a bookstore so i like to think i know everything about books (i dont.). Catch 22 sucks. i tried reading it and i never finished it. i am the type that never reads what everybody else is reading (He’s Just Not That Into You, for example. Sure, 50 bazillion people have read it but you couldnt get me to open it up unless you paid me money.), but i tried reading one of the more “popular” authors recently. Sahara, by Clive Cussler, specifically. i cannot understand why people are so drawn to a terrible author. his writing style is at a 7th grade level. He introduces exposition in the worst possible ways and names corny characters after… himself. who does that??? sigh. if you want a good read, go for The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster. Ok, its a kids book. but its awesome!!! also, the best biography EVER is Just A Geek by Wil Wheaton. a must read.btw, i clicked on it. and i didnt get sucked into a vortex. so ha.
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I just come off a manic sort of “episode” as well, I hate that it is called an episode, don’t they – whoever they are – know that feeling crazy is enough of the pain in the ass… I don’t want to sound like a little old lady who is having problems. I don’t know if you know what I mean, but yeah there’s my little rant. I haven’t gotten anything real accomplished either, which annoys me a bit, as I have a ton of stuff to do.
I actually read french better than I speak it. And yes, it is a pain in the ass to speak. But I have to admit I love it, what little I can speak.
I made waffles this morning, my particular vice. Good luck on your FLUFFY pancakes. Hope that they were good.
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hey, i looove those jokes?!?!?! tell me again, though. i forget who Art and Skip are. don’t remember or know if i even know how they go. i can only try to imagine.”what do you call a man with no arms, no legs, and….”
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Art hangs on the wall and Skip is waterskiing.
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matt lays down, bob’s in the ocean. i dont know about phil though…
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Phil’s in a hole.
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hahaha
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