So

Oversleep.

Cold shower.

Rush, rush, rush.

Tired. Pain. Don't want to do this anymore.

Stop.

Open laptop.

Log in to Hotmail.

Read your email. Again.

Smile.

Half an hour late.

Look like shit.

No sleep.

Feel great.

The Jackass of Vanvres

In 1750, Jacques Ferron was caught having sex with an ass and sentenced to death.

To add insult to injury, the ass had a character witness:

The prior to the convent … and the principal inhabitants of the commune of Vanvres signed a certificate stating that they had known the said she-ass for four years, and that she had always shown herself to be virtuous and well-behaved both at home and abroad and had never given occasion of scandal to any one, and that therefore 'they were willing to bear witness that she is in word and deed and in all her habits of life a most honest creature.'

The ass was acquitted, and Ferron hanged.

From Edward Payson Evans, The Criminal Prosecution and Capital Punishment of Animals, 1906.

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Which creature of the night are you? Your Result: Sorceror Control is the name of your game. You are a studied tactician and scientist and you seek a kingdom where things make sense, damn the morals, even if you have to create it. You are cold, calm and calculating.
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Today

So far:

I drew all over my hand during class, because I could.

I went back home and took a long nap, because I could.

Before I went to sleep, I thought about him, because I could.

I woke up and had a long lunch/dinner where I stuffed my face, because I could.

I took the longest shower possible, because I could.

As I did, I decided what time I'll be going to sleep tonight (eleven, I think. That should let me wake up early enough to laze around before I go to class)

I bought new nose studs and blackcurrant tobacco, because I could.

I realised how blessed and great my life is, and it is, because I could.

Tonight, I'll be reading one of my favorite books before I go to sleep, because today, and just for today,

I


CAN

Sleepless in KL

I hate jet lag. While I relish the thrill of traveling across time zones (not to mention the Duty Free shops and the goodies they hold within), it's the aftermath that turns me into a cranky, irritable she-devil willing to kill the next person who pisses her off by breaking their soul. You get the picture.

While I've been able to wake up in time for class ever since I've returned to KL, I still have times where I wake up in the middle of the night because my brain is running four hours behind my body. This in turn would lead to a conversation between my brain and my body that goes a little something like this:

BRAIN: Hey Body, what're you doing sleeping so early! The night is young, and so are you!

BODY: $%&* you, Brain, it's 2am!

BRAIN: No it's not, it's only 10pm! Let's go out and party! Hooray!

BODY: Go away! I'm tired!

BRAIN: No! I love you!

BODY: I don't! Go away!

Mind you, all this would happen with a very tired Michelle B. staring wide-eyed at a darkened ceiling.

Due to delightful conversations such as the one above, I wind up having a lot less sleep than I should, which end up with me having to drag my sorry caboose to class while fervently praying to any deities above that I don't fall asleep during the lectures and end up with a sore neck. Or miss out on what the lecturers are saying, I guess.

On the plus side, my jet lag has given me an excuse for my usual rambling ways. Not like I needed an excuse of some sort, I'm just weird like that everyday, any day.