acetone in cadillac fleetwood

me ^ | 6/29/07 | Neil

[Monkey Face]

LOL!

Well, at least you have someone (thing) to hold onto while you’re waiting for your breathing to get back to normal!

[Darksheare]

Not that she appreciates it at two in the morning.

[Monkey Face]

Oh. About like YOU appreciate waking up because you’re falling, right?

[Darksheare]

No.
But I don’t appreciate getting whacked in teh head for it.
*whimper*

[Monkey Face]

See? It’s bad, any way you look at it. First you fall, and get the stuffin’ scared out of you, then your “rescuer” smacks you one. Talk about double jeopardy!

[Darksheare]

Better off just getting strapped to the darn bed and given a nighty nighty IV drip.

[Monkey Face]

I would if I could!! LOL!

I need to go for a while and prop my leg up. It’s been fun, Darks! I’ve really missed you!

[Darksheare]

Thanks, and glad to entertain.
Last night I was thoroughly beat, so I slept like a rock for once.

[Monkey Face]

:o])

[Darksheare]

Either that, or I was made to sleep via application of a rock, I duno.

[HKMk23]

I can appreciate your insomniac experiences, but the one I REALLY hate is the one where you’re dead tired, and you’re juuuust about to drift off, when you’re suddenly hit with the sensation that you are NOT, in fact shifting into “SLEEP” mode, but are, instead, about to pass out — to shift into “UNCONSCIOUS” mode — so your autonomic responses kick in, snapping you back wide awake, and it takes another half hour to get relaxed enough to make another run at actually getting the body to shift into “SLEEP” instead of “UNCONSCIOUS”. Of course, with each successive repeat of this experience the psycological disruption becomes greater, requiring more offsetting input to combat the rise of the visceral panic reaction, and that further exacerbates the whole situation making the prospect of getting real sleep all the more remote.

Of course, this can devolve into a descending spiral, because, if you DON’T succeed in getting some real sleep, you’ll just be MORE fatigued the next night, which will make recurrence of these events more probable and more pronounced thus all the more inhibiting sleep, and I don’t want to explore what happens as that descent continues. The bottom line is that persisting with the drive to successfully achieve the actual “SLEEP” mode is paramount in preventing the situation from spiralling out of control.

[Tax-chick]

Afternoon, all! Anoreth drove up the US Highway today, to the health food store for cat food. No frozen-with-terror, I’m-gonna-die moments this time!

[Darksheare]

Or you actually do achieve sleep, and end up dreaming about being awake.
To such a degree of realism, that you swear you were awake.

[Darksheare]

Just as long as she didn’t see my ugly mug behind her in the rear view mirror.

[HKMk23]

No frozen-with-terror, I’m-gonna-die moments this time!

EXCELLENT!

Repeat in the face of all driving conditions until ironclad confidence is established, because he who hesitates is toast.

[HKMk23]

...dreaming about being awake. To such a degree of realism, that you swear you were awake.

Oooohhh -- drat. There's some line about "I close my eyes but still can see" dancing about the fringe of my memory, but it's not connecting... Nothing recent; it comes from some time ago -- at least the 1980's if not before...

Polling memory...

[Darksheare]

I probably have or know the song, but would recognize it from a different lyric piece.

[Tax-chick]

Vlad’s learned to climb on the dinner table. He was such a nice baby, and now he’s a rampaging, block-headed BROTHER!

[Darksheare]

Hey.. I got triple 6 and triple 7...

[Tax-chick]

You’re a genius.