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Apr. 6th, 2005 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoopbeckI shouldn't watch medical shows.
I took a nap yesterday. I got over eight hours of sleep last night [I usually average about five]. But I'm still tired out of my head. And irritable.
On last night's House rerun, there was a woman with sleeping sickness. She was tired out of her head. She was also irritable. Then she sunk into an unresponsive state, and then she almost died.
Hmm.
Someone poke me if I don't show up for class tomorrow.
The workshop went well... they liked my poem. Dr Gray spent about twenty minutes picking at it in class, but I think she was doing it because she thinks I have talent. So it didn't make me feel all bad. Much. And someone compared it to the Pink Floyd song "Time!" That's always incentive to feel happy!
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm just going to lie down for a few... *snore*
I took a nap yesterday. I got over eight hours of sleep last night [I usually average about five]. But I'm still tired out of my head. And irritable.
On last night's House rerun, there was a woman with sleeping sickness. She was tired out of her head. She was also irritable. Then she sunk into an unresponsive state, and then she almost died.
Hmm.
Someone poke me if I don't show up for class tomorrow.
The workshop went well... they liked my poem. Dr Gray spent about twenty minutes picking at it in class, but I think she was doing it because she thinks I have talent. So it didn't make me feel all bad. Much. And someone compared it to the Pink Floyd song "Time!" That's always incentive to feel happy!
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm just going to lie down for a few... *snore*
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Date: 2005-04-06 08:32 pm (UTC)Hehe. After watching an episode of ER, I once had a fear of loosing a limb in a helicopter rotor.
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Date: 2005-04-06 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-06 11:42 pm (UTC)Ooh, can I read your poem?
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Date: 2005-04-07 12:06 am (UTC)Lost Time
Someone is stealing my days.
Every night when I go to sleep
I look at them
My hoard, gleaming dully in the evening light.
Every morning, there are fewer.
Someone has greased my minutes.
I scrabble for them, desperate
Oily, they slip through my fingers
Faster than I can catch them.
Like water spiraling down a drain
The time speeds by.
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Date: 2005-04-07 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-07 02:28 am (UTC)