One wedding, no funerals (original) (raw)
June 25 2009, 10:24
Whoa, that was a rough one.
Monday: one cup of coffee, stay up late, five hours' sleep
Tuesday: woke feeling exhausted, three cups of coffee
Tuesday night: total insomnia, not even any desire to sleep, got lots of chores done
Wednesday morning: off to work bright and early, two cups of coffee
Wednesday mid-morning: sudden collapse, one hour's sleep, woke feeling bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, two more cups of coffee, work briskly all day, go out for three beers in the evening, collapse at about 9 pm, sleep like a log for ten hours
Thursday: wake up refreshed, determined not to drink any more coffee. At least not this week.
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The tone of my life recently has been a little dull, a little confused. I have bright interludes at home in Germany with Mischa and the pack. During the working week I'm in limbo: disconnected, clouded of mind. 
Stray has sent me a nice book on Buddhism, and I have the strong feeling that the techniques of meditation would do a lot to clear away this constant fog of busybusy thoughts.
I haven't been seeing my pshrink. I don't want to break off the therapeutic relationship; I just feel that he's pointed me the way, and now I want some time to muscle through stuff on my own.
On a happier note, tonight I'm flying back to England and going (via megadog's fridge) to the wedding of two dear friends. I've no idea why they're bothering getting married, since they've been together for nearly twenty years, but it's a good excuse to celebrate life in general and them in particular.