Spent all day putting out fires and getting yelled at by people who didn’t feel the need to take the time to not bother yelling. After a while it gets old. A while after that it gets boring. Then tiresome, wearying and finally exhausting.
I hit exhausting.
It hit back.
And now, though it has been, by any measure I care to use, a damned long day I am sitting here at half past two in the morning. Typing. Just trying to clear my head before tomorrow. Because I know, somewhere deep, that tomorrow has the potential to bring more of the same.
My brain stopped working at any speed about many hours ago, give or take a few. I’m kinda swum out in the consciousness streams by now. Curled up and read some more James Blish stuff tonight. Was about to pass out, but I got a call from my publisher instead. Then my phone battery died and I didn’t think that I could plug it in and still talk. Go back to the start of this paragraph and the why and wherefore of that stupidity make sense.
So I got up and chatted with him for a while, talking about a story of mine and some other work and stories that other people wrote and shit and stuff and things and then my phone died, but I said that already.
And now I’m here.
My cat isn’t talking to me, just now. He was on my chair when I came back in here and is sulking, with his back to me, a few feet away. He was, I am sure, comfortable. But fuck, I’m comfortable and it’s my chair and he can have it back in a few. I’m sure that by the time I decide to stop typing, post this and go back to bed he will have worked out my plan and I will find him firmly entrenched on my pillow. He’s a crafty bastard that way. It makes me proud.
If I concentrate as hard as I’m able to, which is not very hard at all right now, I imagine I can feel my brain sitting inside my skull. It feels, oddly enough, like…
Damn it cat stop licking the wall! No lead in there! No good wall candy for you!
Where was I? Right. My brain feels, oddly enough, like silly putty. I’m not sure what that means, in practical terms, but if I’m lucky then when I go lie down on my pillow my brain will pick up an imprint of the pillow and get the message that it’s time to sleep. Not to toss and turn for four hours like most nights.
I wonder if it bounces…
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