I couldn't sleep a couple of nights ago. I must have eaten too much. But that happens more often than not. I try to finally "go to bed" (as in, go to sleep) when I can no longer keep my eyes open. But that takes a while. I have been known to surf all the things on imgur on my iPhone until the battery runs out, which really bothers Honey. He says that we should sleep together, at the same time. I try not to think, I try to free my mind. But that doesn't always work. And, like I said, I really couldn't sleep the other night.
I "went to bed" at 10 pm, but I was really, really tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open, I could not focus on anything, I could not stop yawning. So I figured it was about time.
Of course, as my friend Murphy would have it, it was only when I turned off all the lights, hit the mute switch on all the phones, turned off the TV and the laptop, found the perfect pillow position and sighed what I expected to be the last sigh of the day, that my mind woke up and began working.
Tomorrow is Tuesday. I have my Alamo class tomorrow. I have not done the reading for tomorrow. Today was a holiday, that kinda threw me off. I'm not complaining, though, I salute the Germans for having holidays. I read somewhere that Colombia is one of the top 5 countries with most holidays per year. The Germans have a few, but the northern Germans, where I am, have fewer, because they are not catholic. And you know us catholics, we love our Saint days. There are also other things catholics like, such as sin. Oh, that was inappropriate, even for my private stream-of-consciousness soliloquy here. Soliloquy - how is that spelled? And what is the difference between that and a monologue? Or a diatribe? I have always found it difficult to make metaphors. Do you make a metaphor anyway? Like you make a cake? No, you don't make a cake. You bake a cake. The Germans have such specific words for cooking. I guess we have them in Spanish too, but since I don't cook, I don't use them often. I need to read more. I need to have done my homework. I also need to get ahead on the Colombia trip with the Germans next year. I need to lose weight for next year. I need to get the excuse to miss two weeks of class next year. I also need to --
And then I got real mad at myself. Seriously, Myself. Seriously. Why couldn't you discuss all this with yourself before I shut everything down? No no. This is not allowed.
We shall sleep. All of us.
Sleep is good. It's almost midnight now. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry. I wish I could have turkey. Turkey is good. The Germans eat a lot of turkey. The Germans eat duck, too. I don't like duck. I had duck in Thailand and once here in Germany. I really don't like duck. I do find them pretty, though. Especially the ones with the green heads, mallards. They remind me of Dorian. Ha ha, Dorian and Sir Daddy. That always makes me giggle. I remember --
No no. This is not good. I shall prevent myself from thinking by singing a song.
I "went to bed" at 10 pm, but I was really, really tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open, I could not focus on anything, I could not stop yawning. So I figured it was about time.
Of course, as my friend Murphy would have it, it was only when I turned off all the lights, hit the mute switch on all the phones, turned off the TV and the laptop, found the perfect pillow position and sighed what I expected to be the last sigh of the day, that my mind woke up and began working.
Tomorrow is Tuesday. I have my Alamo class tomorrow. I have not done the reading for tomorrow. Today was a holiday, that kinda threw me off. I'm not complaining, though, I salute the Germans for having holidays. I read somewhere that Colombia is one of the top 5 countries with most holidays per year. The Germans have a few, but the northern Germans, where I am, have fewer, because they are not catholic. And you know us catholics, we love our Saint days. There are also other things catholics like, such as sin. Oh, that was inappropriate, even for my private stream-of-consciousness soliloquy here. Soliloquy - how is that spelled? And what is the difference between that and a monologue? Or a diatribe? I have always found it difficult to make metaphors. Do you make a metaphor anyway? Like you make a cake? No, you don't make a cake. You bake a cake. The Germans have such specific words for cooking. I guess we have them in Spanish too, but since I don't cook, I don't use them often. I need to read more. I need to have done my homework. I also need to get ahead on the Colombia trip with the Germans next year. I need to lose weight for next year. I need to get the excuse to miss two weeks of class next year. I also need to --
And then I got real mad at myself. Seriously, Myself. Seriously. Why couldn't you discuss all this with yourself before I shut everything down? No no. This is not allowed.
We shall sleep. All of us.
Sleep is good. It's almost midnight now. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry. I wish I could have turkey. Turkey is good. The Germans eat a lot of turkey. The Germans eat duck, too. I don't like duck. I had duck in Thailand and once here in Germany. I really don't like duck. I do find them pretty, though. Especially the ones with the green heads, mallards. They remind me of Dorian. Ha ha, Dorian and Sir Daddy. That always makes me giggle. I remember --
No no. This is not good. I shall prevent myself from thinking by singing a song.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree --
What's a partridge? And why is it on a pear tree? Have I ever seen a pear tree? I don't much care for pears. I do like apples. Apples and oranges. Ha ha, the Spanish equivalent for the "apples and oranges" phrase is "el arroz con mango" or "el caldo con la tajada". That's cute. I wrote a blog about that. I wonder if I should re-post. It was not that good. It was witty though --
Stop.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree --
Turtles - teenaged mutant ninja turtles! I used to really like that show! I also remember thinking that it was funny that the girl's name was a month. Ha ha. And also --
Cut it out.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree --
On the third day of Christmas my true love game to me
three...
three...
uh...
three...
two turtle doves and partridge in a pear tree --
Three what?
Three what?
THREE WHAT?!
And at some point I finally fell asleep, being puzzled by nothing other than three somethings... followed by
fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive golden rings!
four mocking birds (?)
three red hens (?)
two turtles doves
and a partridge in a pear tree!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! And happy new year. OMG it's 2012 already!
For what is worth I really like you short trimmed hair style. It looks really good on you!
ReplyDeleteAnd BTW..is good to have found your english blog, is was not difficult though, just click on your blog profile and TA-DA! but is still good news for me because I have more cool things to read...I guess I will have to learn German to read the third blog :P
Ha ha! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're stalking me, ha ha! I feel so flattered :-)
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