open eyes
Sleep is a bitter, fickle mistress: first she visits too much, then she comes too little. After all this time, she is still—ultimately—irregular. It’s amazing I put up with her at all. What I wouldn’t give for a proper bedtime and a stable stretch of slumber.
Besides that, things seem quite reasonable. Not too high, not too low; in fact, I’m plodding along at a respectable pace. If it weren’t for the two root canals I’ve had in the past week, my life would be rigidly boring; somehow instead it’s almost stable. It’s what I imagine normal people live like, day to day. How very, very odd.
Things on the agenda for the next few days:
- Write.
- Read.
- Plan next week’s class.
- Carve a Jack-o-lantern.
- Enjoy Halloween by watching scary movies and eating smoked-paprika-spiced popcorn.
That’s all.
Were I there I’d coerce you into watching ‘Les Yeux Sans Visage’, ‘Burn Witch Burn’, The Night of the Demon’, and “the Bad Seed’ with me. Then I’d worry that you’d think I was lame because I get unsettled without gore. Have fun, whatever you watch.
But the truly unsettling horror movies are the ones without gore! They’re the ones that make you afraid to go to sleep at night because of the evil evil dreams. Gore just makes movies gross, not scary.