shoulda coulda woulda

eeeek!... the screen is like a freaky bright pastel blue and pink and orange and odd on the eyes... the monitor went bonky... it seems to have lost all it's green... maybe it's reflecting how un-green I've been living of late... though I do eat a daily salad on weekdays...

there's this big silver 8 floating around on the ceiling... the gold 1 sunk to the floor, but the eight is up at the point of the cathedral type ceiling... it moves around slightly when the wind blows... the air vents, I mean...

I should have gone to sleep when I got home from work, but instead, I watched Heros and ate a couple of veggie burgers and salad...

I should have gone to sleep right after that, especially since The Dresden Files was a rerun, but I wanted to watch Jake 2.0 so I ate four cans of spaghetti and meatballs... that is really weird, even for me...

now I feel like that bloated balloon, except I am not floating on the ceiling... and my mucous membranes are all puffed up too, like the food has no place to go and every cell in my body is bloated up and starting to leak... amusing, though not exactly comfortable...

another experiment for the how-much-can-this-body-take files... the XG-Files (a special subsection of the X-Files), where Xtreme Gluttony is studied from within... torn by incongruous and divergent desires... I want to run around but at the same time I want to curl up and be nurtured while at the same time I want someone to put a pin in me and pop me while at the same time I just want a hug, a long cuddled up hug, while at the same time I want to laugh and cry and sing and dance and sleep...

must be time for a dream...