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Insomnia: Cause & Effect!

The title to this post makes no cents (well littler really).

Since I got into the office this morning, I haven’t been able to control myself from typing on a keyboard that is clearly not plugged in (my desktop is down and I’m on the lappy and didn’t feel like plugging in the ergo)...

but it’s clearly awesome since I’ll be typing something (as I am now) and then stop to do something else and then turn back to the typing again and then boom nothing is appearing on the screen since I am clearing typing on a keyboard that isn't plugged in. this whole situation of happenstance has clearly shown to be an excellent batch of soliloquies.... wait or is it metaphors.... similes.... ambigram.... fuck I don’t even know.

I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in a good few weeks… as to what the causes could be - well they are to vast for me, the humble servant of the JR, to unload the megatroid on you poor suspecting trologgers. Let’s just say that it’s mostly self inflicted. Now the effects have been of standard nature when it comes to the JR’s overall disposition… which is that of his Laissez-faire Mentality.

Now the moral implications are that of morality and the JR clearly has no time for that.

And with an abrupt body jarring stop… he bids you weople good day.

HE SAID GOOD DAY DAMMIT.

Ps. Dam straight that was randumb… aHAH!

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dream, Tue 28/4/09

I was at some place like the Myer Music Bowl, on a sunny day with my old schoolfriends, we were sitting on a blanket. Some of us had headsets on as we'd been talking on a radio show.

I'd whispered to another friend that N was psychotic. All of a sudden, we were transported to a university lecture theatre and the lecturer called N down and had her committed - she'd heard me whispering to another schoolfriend through the headset, and intimated as much. Psychiatric nurses grabbed her and she did not go willingly. This was all blamed on me.

Then we were back in the MMB field, right at the top. I was walking around. Some people in recognisable uniforms came towards me. I knew what they were going to do.

"Are they committing you too?" CP asked.

"Yes, it looks like it." They seized me by the wrists but I made no struggle. "Is this voluntary or involuntary?" I asked them. "Involuntary," one replied. I knew N was somehow responsible, despite my being totally sane. I still made no struggle, thinking that this would count for me in the long run, as they dragged me.

* * *

I was in some weird World-of-Warcraft place and setting - and I totally had magic coming out of my hands. It was some sort of purple aura. I used it to heal a guy who kept getting killed because this demon kept killing him. My magic wasn't strong enough to constantly save him. I tricked the demon which involved fixing his broken finger but not agreeing to go to Hell with him. Then a stronger magician came along - my schoolfriend E who kept protecting me and bringing people back to life.

* * *

In some shopping centre. My brother made me come to where he was to give me jewellery that my grandmother bought me. I had a conversation with a friend that it would be gaudy gold jewellery (even though in real life my grandmother's never given me anything as she can't afford to). I was then with CF and we rode on a beautiful old-world decorated train carriage. I had to get off to help Mum with shopping at Mill Park Stables Shopping Centre. I watched the train ride off without me. It didn't need tracks, it created its own as it drove along.

At MP, I had ice cream with a newly arrived Filipino friend and then went for a jog. I came back to help my mother with the shopping.

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