This I forgot to say
Aug. 26th, 2006 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleI’ve been falling asleep on my back, pillow beneath my head, upper body lying exposed over the covers, for over four weeks now, ever since a great heat wave left me sweating in crinkled bed sheets. The last time I’d routinely slept with a pillow was in 1997. I’ve kept the habit up occasionally, sleeping propped up on a thick pillow only when exceptionally ill. I’m a bit shocked at the change, or the fact that I can make the change, but glad nonetheless. Not because I didn’t like sleeping on my tummy without a pillow, but because I’d taken up the habit of sleeping with my arms bent under me, which caused all sorts of aching in the morning. Anyway, some mornings I’ll still wake up with the pillow pressed away against the wall. I think the fact that I don’t have a proper sleeping pillow might make the change more difficult. I have a small ornamental pillow, which is low enough but, if I happen to more even a smidgen, proves to be useless other than as a bedside companion. My other pillow is overstuffed, meaning that unless I want to wedge my chin into my neck, I have to put my whole upper body onto the pillow. Needless to say, not fun. I’m most proud, if I may use such a word, about the fact that I no longer hide under the sheets. When I was little, as I’ve mentioned in a previous entry, I figured sheets rendered necks impregnable to vampires, and so kept mine covered. Naturally, over the years the sheets have crept up and over. But no more! A few times, I even slept with my arms on the sheets, dangerously exposed to the marauding undead.
Monday was witness to a sort of emotional breakdown on my part, influenced in part by my mother and my own inability to, as Josie so memorably* once said, “get my shit together”. Tuesday was a repeat of the show, in case anyone’d missed it. Anna, Ines’s sister, was there for the tail-end and offered me comfort, hugs, a pep talk and the promise of ice-cream afterwards, while I sniffled. We even shook on our being friends.** Am currently hanging in there a bit better.
I am happy to report that I have managed to introduce another browncoat*** into our noble ranks. Tuesday – Thursday, due to a) no work and b) Victor’s computer being unable to read Region 1 DVD’s, the two of us were productive workers and watched the entire Firefly series. That’s an average of 4 -5 episodes a day, no breaks between them. It was great: he giggled at all the right places (particularly at Jayne, his hat and how the man will do any job if it means whores), loved lil’ Kaylee and bemoaned the lack of further episodes.
* Yet kindly.
** In her closing pep-statements, she said how, even though my parents might not support me, I still had my brother and friends who could help me out. I must have made a very clear, sad little face about that last point.
*** Firefly fan. Which is to say, a flan: deliciously brown-coated.
Monday was witness to a sort of emotional breakdown on my part, influenced in part by my mother and my own inability to, as Josie so memorably* once said, “get my shit together”. Tuesday was a repeat of the show, in case anyone’d missed it. Anna, Ines’s sister, was there for the tail-end and offered me comfort, hugs, a pep talk and the promise of ice-cream afterwards, while I sniffled. We even shook on our being friends.** Am currently hanging in there a bit better.
I am happy to report that I have managed to introduce another browncoat*** into our noble ranks. Tuesday – Thursday, due to a) no work and b) Victor’s computer being unable to read Region 1 DVD’s, the two of us were productive workers and watched the entire Firefly series. That’s an average of 4 -5 episodes a day, no breaks between them. It was great: he giggled at all the right places (particularly at Jayne, his hat and how the man will do any job if it means whores), loved lil’ Kaylee and bemoaned the lack of further episodes.
* Yet kindly.
** In her closing pep-statements, she said how, even though my parents might not support me, I still had my brother and friends who could help me out. I must have made a very clear, sad little face about that last point.
*** Firefly fan. Which is to say, a flan: deliciously brown-coated.
