Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Magic Seven Days

It will be seven days tomorrow since I got back from Japan, but apparently that's a milestone, because I'm still not over it. And I seem to be infecting Brigitte as well. We're sleeping like zombies. I'm waking with regularity at 3:30 a.m. Yes, I look at the clock and it's always on or about 3:30 a.m. She's sleeping, but I'm waking.

Then I stay up till daylight. Fucking around on the computer. Answering emails I haven't for weeks. Emailing Brigitte to tell her how much I love her, even though I could just go to the next room, wake her up and tell her (not the same thing -- I always get an unexpected "Awww" and a kiss when I least expect it).

(Least expect it is good).

But if you're going to be a zombie, it's GOOD to recognize that you're a zombie. There is really nothing wrong with that. The moment of realization is always a shock, but the moment of revelation is always bliss. You're a zombie consorting with bats and eschewing humanity, yet not a Goth, which would be a crime, but you are first and foremost a zombie.

No sock puppet army involved.

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