sicpowered

i've just now come to the conclusion that my circadian rhythms are approximate to a Aphex Twin video, Squarepusher in the background, in village comprised entirely of african drum masters and celtic bagpipe accompaniment. yes, it's that weird being me.

more reading done. still not too good at getting the food into me on a regular basis, but i remember to do it from time to time. i've been told i need a good woman to take care of me, and while this may in fact be true, i'd like to be able to take care of myself in her absence. Since i don't know her yet, i should be getting plenty of practice. too bad.

i'm going camping. this will be good for me, to be outside, in the light, under sky. away from this dirty hole in the ground. honestly, i can't imagine how hobbits enjoy living this way. it rails against the instincts of a tall person. i'll soon be out in the middle of the wild, free to choose any direction my body will carry me in. it's a nice thought, and a needed change of pace. the fresh air, away from the digital, away from all this lust and longing, want and woe. true, it will be away form the humor and the companionship, but i'll take a little for a little.

i'm not really sure what else to say right now. my head hurts and i'm still a little disoriented from all that sleep yesterday. its amazing how strange life becomes when you take away some of the simpler building blocks and try to maintain the rest on sheer willpower. it's like a floating castle. or like falling from the sky.