Hello, my name is S. and I’m a jet lagger. It’s been a couple weeks since I last fell off the wagon, but it wasn’t serious; I was right back on until a day ago. Due to the predictable issues, this is the first meeting I’ve been able to make. I was up in time to catch the one at 3.32 a.m. but after I’d showered and shaved, I noticed the moon going in slow motion, so I put my pants on backwards and hit my head on the bathtub. If you’ve tried to contact me and I didn’t respond, it’s because jet lag is a kind of brain damage, reversible only in small doses. I’m not yet all there. Some of me is still aloft, bobbing for my wristwatch deep in the temporal lobe. But I’m trying to get clockwise, and working on my commitment to Central European. I go back and forth. Excuse my slur - it’s been an ungodly hour since the moment I woke up.
song of the day: reptile
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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6 comments:
Love this description!
Welcome home. It's 6 a.m. now. Adjust your clock.
I always thought that cicadian rhythms meant you were in a hideous brown shell stuck to the side of a tree for a long while and then you popped out of it, chubby with gauzy wings...yes?
I read a poem today with cicadas in it. I get kind of tired of that, to be honest. Wait. Did I say "tired?"
I prefer Katydids. Did you know that Katydids have ears on their legs? You did say tired. Try a spoonful of brewer's yeast and black strap molasses.
excellent!
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