I am convinced that my brain is trying to escape. I woke up this morning with a headache that wouldn’t go away, that made me dizzy and angry. Good times. This could be, possibly, because my neighbors decided to wake me up at 6:50 a.m. with some kind of explosive fight. I still don’t know what happened. If it had been daytime and I’d been at my mental best, I probably would have called the police, because the sheer volume of the collisions — it sounded like someone was picking up furniture and throwing it around — implied danger. Eventually one of the neighbors — a male — tried to leave on his little motorbike, and it didn’t work, and he slammed the door so hard I thought perhaps he’d broken down my door. But no, he just went back inside and yelled more and then left in a car. I don’t know whether it was my neighbors — a woman and a man — fighting with each other or the man fighting with another man. There were two guys present at some point, but, like I said, 6:50 a.m. Weird.
So, at around 11, I dragged my headache out of bed. Went for pizza and reading downtown. Then to the library, where I stared at all kinds of story anthologies and made about 0 progress on my own stories.
At 4, round 477 of Babysitting the Nephew began. He can say my name now, which is funny. His mom put him in front of an Elmo video just before she left and he turned into a zombie. No crying, no fussing, and we read his dad’s Details magazine for a while and then he went to bed. He particularly liked the article on breakups (“Breakups should be wholly uncivil affairs: smashed plates, shattered egos, cheap insults, hate sex. If you put out a statement, it should come not from a happy-talking publicist but from a ball-busting attorney.”) and, of course, the cover story/interview on Jake Gyllenhaal. After all that excitement, the kid went to bed at 6:45!! I am a baby wizard, that’s all I can say.
I watched about 2/3 of the movie P.S., then the parents came home and I left for Lawrence. Played Civ3 instead of working more. Tried to finish P.S. but the DVD is scratched. Bastards. And now, I think, sleep.
Tomorrow: Walk the Line, I think; the library, redux; leftover pizza; at least :45 at work; and less caffeine? Ah-hahaha.