The Cliffs of Insanity

The last time I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 5:00. I never really got to sleep. My mind kept repeating the chorus to "Ring of Fire" over and over and over and over and over and overand over....and over.....

Am now having a hot chocolate with a spoon of freeze dried coffee in. It's mochalicious.

Also, I'm watching From Hell for the umpteenth hundredth time. While watching Johnny Depp prepare his laudanum and Absinthe mixture, I got to thinking of Demon Boy and how he lauded the wonders of Absinthe. Then I got to thinking about how he, too, was writing a vampire story. We had an inordinate amount of things in common, yet he frightened me beyond reason. Perhaps it's because I frighten myself.

So I linked From Hell to Demon Boy and Absinthe to vampires to Cadmus to my own sick psyche and there I am. That's how my mind works.

For instance, there's a new kitten on the hill. He's a ginger cat and has a half tail just like Smidgen. The difference is he's a boy and he can move his little stump. So I was thinking about what I could name him and I figured I should link him up with Smidgen since they're obviously related and he looks so much like her, not to mention he exhibits her own sweet nature. So I started out with "Smidgen" and thought "Pigeon" then "Stidgen" then "Sturgeon," so I named him Theodore. *wibble*

Upon viewing the lovely lobotomy in From Hell, I have decided that the Redeye Grandé is the modern equivalent to a Victorian brain procedure. I feel thoroughly lobotomised and am compelled to curl up in the corner of a filthy, feces strewn back room of an old English asylum.

My nose and toes are quite chilly, but the rest of me is comfy save for a pulled muscle in my left shoulder. Why is it always my left side that gives me problems? Sometimes I think that, if I could saw myself in half and dispose of my left side, I'd feel lots better.

Today's agenda: go pay bills and take Aunt Tudi to her lung doctor. I also need to run by the store and pick up a couple of things for the upcoming trip to NYC. I can't believe it's come up so quickly. Oh, and I need to write my homies at RCA and see what the plan is for next week. Verily must I meet the folks with whom I suffered so much terror in The Pit. We've much to discuss and we're due quite a few weeps on each other's shoulders. I wonder if they'll have Dave Matthews for me as a wee giftie? That'd be grand.

Got started late and ended up in The Pit with a wet head and a migraine. Tapped into the Feudal Overlord's cache of Starbucks Cafe Verona for to make myself a hot pot. When I opened the bag and the coffee aroma reached my olfactories, I heard the heavenly strains of "The Sound of Music" as performed by the wee Von Trapp tots when they were so so sad to have lost their nun nanny. After downing a few gulps of the sacred brew, my head is now under control, and my hair is drying to my satisfaction.

I've yet to have to tolerate the presence of The Feudal Mistress in my cube, but it's inevitable, especially since Judy's gone for this week and maybe next because of her surgery. I'm the only one left, save for Becky, but Becky gets off easy because she's a temp and like.....14. Meh. Speak of da debbil. As I was typing the previous sentence, the Feudal Mistress came up to torment me. But it's over now, so I can breathe easy, at least for a while.

::sips coffee.....sweet caffeinated goodness!::

So today, clauderainsrm is supposed to declare the victor in the Great Blogger eBay Sell Off. I believe I'm in the lead; however, if he actually tries to peddle me to strangers on eBay, I shall be forced to hit him with a brick. So it is written, so shall it be done.

I think I shall go to the bathroom now and hide out for a while. It's going to be a long two weeks..