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Title of Entry: The Battle of Insomnia
Entry:
It’s the end of a long day, leaving the body weary. Shut off the lights and head for the bedroom. There is a haze of growing frost on the windows, but inside the room, it is cozy warm. The house is mostly quiet: the hum of the heating unit outside, the footfalls of the cat starting the nightly rounds, and the old creaks of the floorboards under the feet are all that hang in the air. After today, the quiet is welcome. Well, it would be if the mind were quiet as well.
Dah na na na nah! Hey wait, I actually hate that song. They play it way too much on the radio. Over and over dah na na na nah! How did it get stuck here? Dah na na… hey, I’ve imagined up a hatchet, so DIE SONG DIE!
But then, it has been a long day and even the mind can’t put off the tiredness much longer. Pull off the day’s clothes, glad to finally be done with them. Then toss them into the hamper, watching them arc slowly into the bin. That will be a task for tomorrow, the rest of the laundry. The body shuffles through pajamas before pulling out the pale green fleece ones, the ones with clovers. With these pajamas on, one can really relax. The fleece is snug, soft, and soothing, wrapping the body in comfort.
Dah na na na nah! I thought I killed you. Hmph, this calls for bringing in the big guns! Let’s have some good music now! Oh, but bedtime and not a good time to activate the loveable music player. I can provide my own music then. And um… dah na na… I know! In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed the sea.
The mind will quiet down, the body reassures itself. Make sure all day’s end tasks are done: brush teeth, check. Wash face, check. Made sure cat has water, check. Get glass of water, check. Make sure bathroom won’t be needed, check. That’s everything. Now shut off the bedroom light, take off glasses and put them on table, and get into bed. The scent of freshly cleaned sheets fills the nostrils, another reassurance of a good night sleep.
And, and, and I can’t remember what comes next. Oh, and the band begins to play. I love that part. So much better than dah na na na nah! Shoot, get out of here! I shoot you with my gun, bang, dead again. Phew, thank god for the lack of real mind readers. If people knew how many songs and others I’ve killed in my head, they’d think I was loony. I wonder if others are the same way, with everyone secretly wanting to be a merciless killer. Oh, we all live in a yellow submarine!
Blue. The sheets are blue and they couldn’t be yellow if they tried. A hand grabs the edge of the blanket and pulls it close to the neck. Warm, so soft and warm that it should produce a feeling of contentment. Close the eyes so that it is fully dark and snuggle into position. The body relaxes, free of the weights of the day. Just lie still and sleep should come.
Sleep? Sleep is for the weak! We ought to be running around and doing stuff now! Come on, come on, get your lazy butt out of bed, body. There’s laundry to do; I mean, if we do towels, then we don’t even have to be up that late cause they can sit in the dryer. Actually, did we get the delicates hung up to dry earlier? I seem to think… yeah, it was when I was contemplating that gnarly issue in that story I’m directing you to write, because I kept wondering if underwear would somehow help. How can we resist making that boy embarrassed? That would be funny! But that doesn’t really solve the problem at hand.
Thinking this much isn’t going to solve the problem at hand either. The one where I’m exhausted after a long day’s work and you’re still running your mouth-thought-whatever at a million miles an hour. Quiet down and enjoy the soft sheets and warm blanket.
Yeah, whatever. I’m bored. So so so so so so so so bored that I’m making up an argument between me, the almighty mind, and you, the insufferable body, to pass the time. How can you be out of energy? I’ve got plenty of energy and enthusiasm to spare! You’d think that it would all leak out into you, body, but apparently not.
The body is not insufferable. I’m just stuck with a spastic mind. Now can we get to sleep? You can fix your gnarly plot problem when I’ve had enough sleep to support you.
But it’s an annoying problem! I need to reveal this information in a relevant and interesting way when it’s actually kind of dry data. Strike that, it’s really really dry data, enough to start a desert with. Oo, mental desert. Maybe I can spawn a new variation on writer’s block, where instead of banging your head against a concrete plot riddle, you’re running around trying to find the oasis to water your imagination. Or something like that. Oh, we all live in a yellow submarine!
Your lack of focus would be fixed with sleep. Sometimes it’s amazing that I can work with you through the day. And it might work better if you stopped imagining funny hats on people we’re trying to listen to.
Awwwww! But funny hats make everything better. Hey, maybe the plot can be fixed with the addition of funny hats! Oh wait, it’s supposed to be serious. Well strike that then. I wonder if other people imagine you in a funny hat. Or if they really do imagine you naked. There’s some people I like imagining naked, hehehe.
Please don’t; now let’s sleep.
Although I don’t like imagining people to be looking into the house. I mean, it’s so dark out there that you can’t really see well enough for me to identify a person with. Especially if that person has a mask on and is wearing black. And is carrying a gun because that’s the kind of thing a sneaky masked person in black wandering around the night time would be doing, searching for the next victim. Eeek! What was that?
The body tenses and opens the eyes. Things look quite different by night. Furniture becomes dark blobs and images become unclear. Over on a shelf, there’s a pink glow from a red light on the electronics. At the window, the curtains are still. A tail moves across the edge of the bed, the mattress blocking out view of the rest of the animal. It’s just the cat. Close the eyes again; let’s get some sleep.
I keep meaning to have you block that insidious red light. That thing looks demonic in the dark! And I know it looks that way. Just turning it around isn’t cutting it anymore. Block that light out! Oh, wait wait wait! Lights! The scene where he confesses his feelings to her is not nearly romantic enough. It needs the proper lighting! And what if the dry data is mixed in with interior decorating? It’s a close enough subject, and the hardware store would sell both kinds of things.
Sinking down into the pillow more, the body tries to force itself asleep. Block out the mind as best as possible. Go to sleep and it will have to follow.
So the guy goes in to buy paints and lights, and then also sees the filters and asks what all they block out, and then the store person goes into explaining that bit of necessary info that is needed to make the last set of battle scenes possible. But don’t want to make it super obvious, not like ‘you could use this to block the big bad’s energy weapons too’ but more of a ‘it can block a kind of energy which will just happen to also block out the energy weapons’. Hah, brilliant! Body, come on and get back up! I want to go write this all down before I forget in the morning!
The body refuses to move. Sleep is good. Sleep is needed. We will all be happy again once we get some sleep. Sleep will come if you just shut up.
How can you still want sleep when I’ve got this brilliant idea I need to get down RIGHT NOW?!
Tired tired tired sleepy sleepy sleepy sleep.
GET UP RIGHT NOW! I’m not going to take this lying down! I’m gonna run about the skull and go ‘wheeee!’ And the band begins to play. Wham! Get up! Because once I blend the hardware store scene and the upcoming confession, or maybe the decorating can lead to an interesting tangent about why he chooses what color.
The hand clutches at the blanket. The head is even complaining, threatening to start a headache. And neither of us wants that, right mind? Because you moan and fuss so much when we have a headache.
That’s cause the pain keeps me from thinking properly. But I’m thinking well now and I want to get this done! I am not going to let you get to sleep until I’ve at least got the hardware scene framed up. Now up up up up up up up up up!
With a groan escaping the lips, the body gives in and tosses the blanket aside. It seems heavy, the limbs slow to move. Push the upper body up and swing the legs out over the bed. Something soft and furry collides with the left foot. Oh, sorry cat, didn’t mean to kick you.
Yay, I win! So he’s going to enter the store, right, and there will be description of that, and then he goes to the lighting section. String lights would be nice for building a romantic atmosphere, and I think they have that kind of thing even outside the Christmas season. Then he goes to the paint section and looks over the palettes and considers the colors. I’ll have to leave that for later just to get the scene down, but it should be another glimpse into his personality.
Glasses. The hand not supporting the body reaches over and fumbles on the table. No, that’s a pen. Metal, there, those are the glasses. Sit upright and put the glasses on, then get up and head out-owowowowow.
Geez, why’d you have to go and stub the toes against the bedpost again? You’re breaking up my ideas! Okay, so after he gets the paints, he’ll have a look at the filters. Maybe the one on his furnace needs to be changed. He is a first time home owner, so he wouldn’t be certain of what he needs. Yeah! That conversation will need to be interesting, though. And once he has all that stuff, should I do something with the decorating? It might be a boring scene. Unless someone comes in and asks why he’s decorating when there’s a war going on. It’s hope for a good end!
The big toe is aching and complaining with every step that foot needs to take. Pull open the door further. Looking down, the eyes see that the cat is sitting there, looking back up quizzically. Cat, why do you have to sit yourself in the middle of the doorway and take up most of the space with your tail? Walk carefully around the cat, then down the hall. The right hand touches the nearly smooth wall for support. It’s too late and the body is too tired to entirely trust the inner ear balance and the mind to coordinate entirely.
The string lights were gotten for ambiance, but they’ll come in handy for that romantic confession, when she comes and visits to find out why he’s preoccupied with, with stuff, it’ll come up then, and she wants to tell him that she likes him too, but she’s too shy from being rejected before, so she doesn’t but she does notice the lights and possible romantic ambiance.
Turn on the home office lights. And wince. Why do they have to come on at full brightness immediately? It’s not nice to deal with after being in the dark house. Go over to the computer and press the power button. And now to wait.
This is why I keep suggesting that we leave it in sleep mode! It won’t take nearly as long to load up and the supposed waste of energy is worth it so that we don’t have to wait on this rusty old computer to start up. And don’t distract me now! Okay, so he tells her that he wants to find a way to stop this fighting once and for all, so that she can live in peace and safety, and that he wants to make her feel safe and happy. That causes them both to open up and admit to their true feelings, and it all turns out to be a beautiful and happy scene where he promises that he will come back for her and to be by her side for the rest of their days! I can just feel the love and happiness there!
The body yawns; the eyes blink as they take in the time: too late to be up. The right hand takes the mouse and opens up the word document program. Search for the proper story file. There it is. With it open, no, wait for it to fully open, then scroll down to the right section and put the hands on the edge of the desk. Okay mind, I’m ready for typing. What do we start with?
Start with? Oh, erm, I, uh… okay, it was a hardware store, and paint, and gosh it’s late, isn’t it? I wore myself out coming up with that solution. Gah, we need sleep.
The eyebrow twitches as the heaviness and weariness of the body becomes overwhelming, now that it is accepted by the mind. That was what I was thinking. After the eyes close, the last sensation is the forehead hitting the kjnf.jkfnkjdnzzzzzzz
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Yellow Submarine lyrics borrowed from The Beatles. I'm not revealing the other song.
Word Count: 2373
Title of Entry: The Battle of Insomnia
Entry:
It’s the end of a long day, leaving the body weary. Shut off the lights and head for the bedroom. There is a haze of growing frost on the windows, but inside the room, it is cozy warm. The house is mostly quiet: the hum of the heating unit outside, the footfalls of the cat starting the nightly rounds, and the old creaks of the floorboards under the feet are all that hang in the air. After today, the quiet is welcome. Well, it would be if the mind were quiet as well.
Dah na na na nah! Hey wait, I actually hate that song. They play it way too much on the radio. Over and over dah na na na nah! How did it get stuck here? Dah na na… hey, I’ve imagined up a hatchet, so DIE SONG DIE!
But then, it has been a long day and even the mind can’t put off the tiredness much longer. Pull off the day’s clothes, glad to finally be done with them. Then toss them into the hamper, watching them arc slowly into the bin. That will be a task for tomorrow, the rest of the laundry. The body shuffles through pajamas before pulling out the pale green fleece ones, the ones with clovers. With these pajamas on, one can really relax. The fleece is snug, soft, and soothing, wrapping the body in comfort.
Dah na na na nah! I thought I killed you. Hmph, this calls for bringing in the big guns! Let’s have some good music now! Oh, but bedtime and not a good time to activate the loveable music player. I can provide my own music then. And um… dah na na… I know! In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed the sea.
The mind will quiet down, the body reassures itself. Make sure all day’s end tasks are done: brush teeth, check. Wash face, check. Made sure cat has water, check. Get glass of water, check. Make sure bathroom won’t be needed, check. That’s everything. Now shut off the bedroom light, take off glasses and put them on table, and get into bed. The scent of freshly cleaned sheets fills the nostrils, another reassurance of a good night sleep.
And, and, and I can’t remember what comes next. Oh, and the band begins to play. I love that part. So much better than dah na na na nah! Shoot, get out of here! I shoot you with my gun, bang, dead again. Phew, thank god for the lack of real mind readers. If people knew how many songs and others I’ve killed in my head, they’d think I was loony. I wonder if others are the same way, with everyone secretly wanting to be a merciless killer. Oh, we all live in a yellow submarine!
Blue. The sheets are blue and they couldn’t be yellow if they tried. A hand grabs the edge of the blanket and pulls it close to the neck. Warm, so soft and warm that it should produce a feeling of contentment. Close the eyes so that it is fully dark and snuggle into position. The body relaxes, free of the weights of the day. Just lie still and sleep should come.
Sleep? Sleep is for the weak! We ought to be running around and doing stuff now! Come on, come on, get your lazy butt out of bed, body. There’s laundry to do; I mean, if we do towels, then we don’t even have to be up that late cause they can sit in the dryer. Actually, did we get the delicates hung up to dry earlier? I seem to think… yeah, it was when I was contemplating that gnarly issue in that story I’m directing you to write, because I kept wondering if underwear would somehow help. How can we resist making that boy embarrassed? That would be funny! But that doesn’t really solve the problem at hand.
Thinking this much isn’t going to solve the problem at hand either. The one where I’m exhausted after a long day’s work and you’re still running your mouth-thought-whatever at a million miles an hour. Quiet down and enjoy the soft sheets and warm blanket.
Yeah, whatever. I’m bored. So so so so so so so so bored that I’m making up an argument between me, the almighty mind, and you, the insufferable body, to pass the time. How can you be out of energy? I’ve got plenty of energy and enthusiasm to spare! You’d think that it would all leak out into you, body, but apparently not.
The body is not insufferable. I’m just stuck with a spastic mind. Now can we get to sleep? You can fix your gnarly plot problem when I’ve had enough sleep to support you.
But it’s an annoying problem! I need to reveal this information in a relevant and interesting way when it’s actually kind of dry data. Strike that, it’s really really dry data, enough to start a desert with. Oo, mental desert. Maybe I can spawn a new variation on writer’s block, where instead of banging your head against a concrete plot riddle, you’re running around trying to find the oasis to water your imagination. Or something like that. Oh, we all live in a yellow submarine!
Your lack of focus would be fixed with sleep. Sometimes it’s amazing that I can work with you through the day. And it might work better if you stopped imagining funny hats on people we’re trying to listen to.
Awwwww! But funny hats make everything better. Hey, maybe the plot can be fixed with the addition of funny hats! Oh wait, it’s supposed to be serious. Well strike that then. I wonder if other people imagine you in a funny hat. Or if they really do imagine you naked. There’s some people I like imagining naked, hehehe.
Please don’t; now let’s sleep.
Although I don’t like imagining people to be looking into the house. I mean, it’s so dark out there that you can’t really see well enough for me to identify a person with. Especially if that person has a mask on and is wearing black. And is carrying a gun because that’s the kind of thing a sneaky masked person in black wandering around the night time would be doing, searching for the next victim. Eeek! What was that?
The body tenses and opens the eyes. Things look quite different by night. Furniture becomes dark blobs and images become unclear. Over on a shelf, there’s a pink glow from a red light on the electronics. At the window, the curtains are still. A tail moves across the edge of the bed, the mattress blocking out view of the rest of the animal. It’s just the cat. Close the eyes again; let’s get some sleep.
I keep meaning to have you block that insidious red light. That thing looks demonic in the dark! And I know it looks that way. Just turning it around isn’t cutting it anymore. Block that light out! Oh, wait wait wait! Lights! The scene where he confesses his feelings to her is not nearly romantic enough. It needs the proper lighting! And what if the dry data is mixed in with interior decorating? It’s a close enough subject, and the hardware store would sell both kinds of things.
Sinking down into the pillow more, the body tries to force itself asleep. Block out the mind as best as possible. Go to sleep and it will have to follow.
So the guy goes in to buy paints and lights, and then also sees the filters and asks what all they block out, and then the store person goes into explaining that bit of necessary info that is needed to make the last set of battle scenes possible. But don’t want to make it super obvious, not like ‘you could use this to block the big bad’s energy weapons too’ but more of a ‘it can block a kind of energy which will just happen to also block out the energy weapons’. Hah, brilliant! Body, come on and get back up! I want to go write this all down before I forget in the morning!
The body refuses to move. Sleep is good. Sleep is needed. We will all be happy again once we get some sleep. Sleep will come if you just shut up.
How can you still want sleep when I’ve got this brilliant idea I need to get down RIGHT NOW?!
Tired tired tired sleepy sleepy sleepy sleep.
GET UP RIGHT NOW! I’m not going to take this lying down! I’m gonna run about the skull and go ‘wheeee!’ And the band begins to play. Wham! Get up! Because once I blend the hardware store scene and the upcoming confession, or maybe the decorating can lead to an interesting tangent about why he chooses what color.
The hand clutches at the blanket. The head is even complaining, threatening to start a headache. And neither of us wants that, right mind? Because you moan and fuss so much when we have a headache.
That’s cause the pain keeps me from thinking properly. But I’m thinking well now and I want to get this done! I am not going to let you get to sleep until I’ve at least got the hardware scene framed up. Now up up up up up up up up up!
With a groan escaping the lips, the body gives in and tosses the blanket aside. It seems heavy, the limbs slow to move. Push the upper body up and swing the legs out over the bed. Something soft and furry collides with the left foot. Oh, sorry cat, didn’t mean to kick you.
Yay, I win! So he’s going to enter the store, right, and there will be description of that, and then he goes to the lighting section. String lights would be nice for building a romantic atmosphere, and I think they have that kind of thing even outside the Christmas season. Then he goes to the paint section and looks over the palettes and considers the colors. I’ll have to leave that for later just to get the scene down, but it should be another glimpse into his personality.
Glasses. The hand not supporting the body reaches over and fumbles on the table. No, that’s a pen. Metal, there, those are the glasses. Sit upright and put the glasses on, then get up and head out-owowowowow.
Geez, why’d you have to go and stub the toes against the bedpost again? You’re breaking up my ideas! Okay, so after he gets the paints, he’ll have a look at the filters. Maybe the one on his furnace needs to be changed. He is a first time home owner, so he wouldn’t be certain of what he needs. Yeah! That conversation will need to be interesting, though. And once he has all that stuff, should I do something with the decorating? It might be a boring scene. Unless someone comes in and asks why he’s decorating when there’s a war going on. It’s hope for a good end!
The big toe is aching and complaining with every step that foot needs to take. Pull open the door further. Looking down, the eyes see that the cat is sitting there, looking back up quizzically. Cat, why do you have to sit yourself in the middle of the doorway and take up most of the space with your tail? Walk carefully around the cat, then down the hall. The right hand touches the nearly smooth wall for support. It’s too late and the body is too tired to entirely trust the inner ear balance and the mind to coordinate entirely.
The string lights were gotten for ambiance, but they’ll come in handy for that romantic confession, when she comes and visits to find out why he’s preoccupied with, with stuff, it’ll come up then, and she wants to tell him that she likes him too, but she’s too shy from being rejected before, so she doesn’t but she does notice the lights and possible romantic ambiance.
Turn on the home office lights. And wince. Why do they have to come on at full brightness immediately? It’s not nice to deal with after being in the dark house. Go over to the computer and press the power button. And now to wait.
This is why I keep suggesting that we leave it in sleep mode! It won’t take nearly as long to load up and the supposed waste of energy is worth it so that we don’t have to wait on this rusty old computer to start up. And don’t distract me now! Okay, so he tells her that he wants to find a way to stop this fighting once and for all, so that she can live in peace and safety, and that he wants to make her feel safe and happy. That causes them both to open up and admit to their true feelings, and it all turns out to be a beautiful and happy scene where he promises that he will come back for her and to be by her side for the rest of their days! I can just feel the love and happiness there!
The body yawns; the eyes blink as they take in the time: too late to be up. The right hand takes the mouse and opens up the word document program. Search for the proper story file. There it is. With it open, no, wait for it to fully open, then scroll down to the right section and put the hands on the edge of the desk. Okay mind, I’m ready for typing. What do we start with?
Start with? Oh, erm, I, uh… okay, it was a hardware store, and paint, and gosh it’s late, isn’t it? I wore myself out coming up with that solution. Gah, we need sleep.
The eyebrow twitches as the heaviness and weariness of the body becomes overwhelming, now that it is accepted by the mind. That was what I was thinking. After the eyes close, the last sensation is the forehead hitting the kjnf.jkfnkjdnzzzzzzz
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Yellow Submarine lyrics borrowed from The Beatles. I'm not revealing the other song.
