I can still spring out of bed just fine, legs up, then down again, flipping ninety degrees forward and landing balanced, a maneuver hammered to routine by four years of being pissed off by my alarm clock. It only requires an I'd like to get out of bed and functioning skeletal muscles. But this morning, as I landed smoothly on my feet and my vision swung suddenly to a dark and hazy mode and my blood rushed southward from my brain, I realized in that lazy, blacking-out way that on this particular morning my brain was essentially connected to the rest of me not by the customary pipes and chemical interfaces, but by a kind of elastic tether, which is terribly overextended by any major displacement and causes the brain to soon snap back at a painful speed. This hypothesis proven a moment later, my knees wobbled slightly and I fumbled for something to hold onto.
All this is the fairly worthwhile result of staying on IM until a very inappropriate time of night (morning, whatever). My head is throbbing unmercifully, but my lips keep twitching upward at the corners.
posted on Saturday, November 08, 2003
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