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Thursday, January 08, 2004
I searched my archives to see how many times I've blogged the word "insomnia," and after vomiting at the sight of the hideously formatted search results page, I counted eight hits. Bend over for number nine, bitches. Because this whole week, it's been bad. At 2am, when I should have the lights out and a puddle of Tums-flecked drool on my pillow, I've sat up with my book, stared mistrustfully at the clock, like: it's not really 2am, you lying pile of unpredictable transistors. And my body is like: seven hours of sleep is waaay to much, UD; go for the lean six and finish that chapter! So then I finish the chapter, and the next, and I'm all riled up because I've been plowing through John Le Carré spy novels at the rate of 2.5 a week, and goddamn if those spies don't have some exciting experiences!
In other news, I am a spy. I have been behaving in a very clandestine manner since I started reading this crap. I have been watching you, though I have left no trace you could find. Look, I'm suggestible, and immersion in one author's worldview for a month at a time has scary results, and I always read books in retarded author clots. So when I read all of Raymond Chandler's books, I thought I liked whiskey, which I hate. When I read Thomas Pynchon I though I was the smartest person on the planet, and according to everyone but me this impression has yet to fade. When I read David Foster Wallace I thought I liked tennis, which is only humanly possible during Grand Slam women's finals. When I read Elmore Leonard, I thought I had been to prison, or at least would survive longer than twenty minutes in a prison, which is just utterly, laughably bogus, except you shouldn't laugh at my first-day shivving. Have you ever fantasized about what you'd do on your first day of prison to establish dominance? Have you ever fantasized about the heroics you would perform if you were to get mugged, all steely stare and arm-twisties? These are the things that keep me awake at night when I should be sleeping. Also fantasies of running spy networks in cold war Germany, though that's a relatively new one, thanks, John. I read books so that I will never be left alone with my thoughts, because my thoughts alternately horrify, confuse, or bore me. I am fanatic enough about this that when I went for a smoke break earlier, I thought I might finish my book, so I brought another book with me. Sure enough, I finished Smiley's People halfway through my cigarette, and A.D.Dressed my attention directly to The Rebel Angels, which of course is the beginning of a horse-chokingly huge trilogy. I HATE MY THOUGHTS! GIVE ME MORE BOOKS. I have no focus, and you will suffer for my sleep. Making dinner plans with a friend I nixed Thai food because I like coconut and peanuts on my ice cream, not my meat. Remember that line, friends, and you will never have to eat Thai food again for the laughter that surrounds you. Unless you are a girl, in which case you are required by law to love love love it, and proselytize. But also remember this charming anecdote from yesteryear: one time this girl, see, I asked her if she wanted Thai food. She thought for a moment, then asked astutely: "is Taiwan part of China? Or different?" And I stared at her for a few seconds before responding, as innocently as possible, that "It's a separate country, but most of Taiwan's population is ethnically Chinese." She seemed satisfied with the answer, so I ate her brains, and they were light and tart, like lemongrass soup. 0 comments |
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