The Effect of Chester on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds

[fflo]

He's emitting his gamma rays; I'm having a hard time not ignoring the precautions. But I'm being good. He had an extra visitor today, and an open window until late afternoon.

It seems it was Paul Zindel who wrote both the Gamma Rays goofy-titled play and Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball, which I liked rather much as a kid. It took a goofy title to draw me in---or something like that.


The Andrea Dworkin talk out there is making me nostalgic for a feminist community I never had. More of an individual interfacing with feminism, which was out there, and a strong feminist core which was/is in here (imagine me pointing at my ribcage with a thumb).


Nasty headache much of the day. VERY relieved it seems to have gone off on its way to invade someone else, or wither & die outside of all of us. Another night with too little sleep? Probably. Anybody else having a hard time hitting the hay these days?

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[paperkingdoms]

I'm guessing neither. I'm betting that having been sick is part of it... and the rest is just that I have a hard time adjusting my sleep schedule. I'm pretty good at "I need to be here then, so I'll be there" sorts of sleep adjustments, but there's so little that's definite in my schedule this semester that my sleep's been wandering towards a Nocturnal Erika. And I'm weak-willed when it comes to going to bed - I have a hard time forcing the issue when I don't wanna go to bed. ;^)

[fflo.livejournal.com]

That's exactly the problem for me: not wanting to go to bed. Sometimes even when I'm "falling out," as they say.

[paperkingdoms]

Precisely. It's like I'm three, sometimes. Though I mostly whine inside my head. ;^)