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I was busy tracing the insanities of the space lizard hunters and not in the same neighborhood as sleep. I wanted to be asleep so I could dream, so I could be open to the cosmos teaching me in any of my reaches. I wanted to dream. I wanted to be finding out everything asleep, awake, both, neither....

I finally got to dreaming sometime after the sun had risen, but the telephone rang and a Shakespearean procession of calls from doctors and pharmacy has ruled my indescribably muddled day so far. I had at one point needed to get out of bed and to a pill bottle to get the telephone number for the doctor. A very bad cramp in my right triceps made itself very painfully known as I did this. I was groaning and huffing and alarming the doctor with these noises.

Anyway, after all these conversations and non-conversations with obtuse computers and harried clerks, full of coffee, still trying to be awake and asleep and both and neither, this pain running down the back of my right upper arm is not so acute, but still bothers me pretty badly. And nothing seems to be going anywhere. We appear to have a pit of warmish taffy here, with a live wire stuck in it.

The plan is to shower without drowning, go to town for my prescription refills, come home and try manfully to stay awake until something approximating what a Regular Joe would call a feasible bedtime and then hit myself over the head with a chill pill and actually sleep, for real, until every sleep-related deficit in this taffy pit is taken care of. Honestly, I think the pain is just because I'm so tired I can't hold my skeleton up.... You might be amazed to know that I left all persons and machines on the other end of the ringing phone in working order. No one died. No one was offended. Samsara was not provoked.

And, oddly, I did not have to muster any vitality to prevent myself from melting down on them.

I know it's not possible to be sticky pit of goo and a Zen mistress, but I may have hit on it nonetheless.
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In case yer wondering, it is 7:45pm and I am still uprightlike—to the eye of any passing peeping tom anyway—and trying to rummage around in the taffy for my sense of glee over the three new pairs of boofy cushy soft and WARM socks I got on serious sale in town today. This is WAY up there on my list of fashion statements I'm still avid to make.

I am also, per my Planet-Xian genes beginning to feel something akin to alert, but am not going for it. I will be down for the count just as soon as I've put enough distance between my eighty-four-year-old neighbor's bedtime and one a little more age-appropriate for me... even if it won't happen again this early for another year or seven....

Was just browsing through the Democracy Now! broadcasts of the past few days and found this snippet from Naomi Klein there. She says in a nutshell all I have to say about the latest Haiti disaster... only not mowing anyone down with the invective I'd be using.

I'm going to try to take in another space lizard related video before I'm down, but it may end up being the rhythm section for my snoring....
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Thus Spake the Goddess of Desire....
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