my friend is on the way, he's bringing my coat

I slept until 7pm, or, that's something like 18 hours or something, more math than I can do right now, but anyway a lot and I'm still tired because of the Paxil and I'm yawning all the time, and I said to the shrink "I miss my insomnia!" and she mocked me, but I see her again in two weeks and if she can add the Wellbutrin I'll get it back and I'll be okay again.

i'm going to go see G. and H. on Sunday, I'll get on the train and I won't come back until I'm out of underwear or I need to feed Hawkeye.

prepare for emergency beam-out

hey, avoid major metropolitan centers Monday?

[Truthout]

I'll be in Jersey, with G. and Helen, drinking ourselves silly maybe and hanging in there.

seriously. No, seriously

The Onion: [A Shattered Nation Longs to Care about Stupid Bullshit Again]

seriously!

I am so, so so so so tired. I'm going to a Dar Williams concert tonight at the Beacon, trying to stay awake long enough to give her a hug after, and then I'm stumbling back downtown and going to bed again.

I miss my insomnia!

In other news, I'm rereading the Phillip Pullman books again, you know, The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass. I can't really express how good these books are. I mean, good, life, religion, faith, peace, understanding, war, passion, magic, adventure, love, insight-of-a-thousand-genius-minds good.

then again, I've had a yen to start reading Richard Bach again. for whatever that's worth.