The sky is blue, but thankfully I’m not.
As I write this I just boarded the high speed tram from 69th Street to Norristown. It is a popular and well known fact that my sleep recently has been restless, and last night was no exception. I have a doctor’s visit tomorrow evening before D&D and I intend on bringing that up; maybe it’s a side effect of my new meds. I woke up late, but exhausted, and my dreams were bittersweet (more bitter as they progressed). Accordingly, I’m about half an hour behind schedule, or an hour by the standards of the past two days (seeing as how I got to the office early). This isn’t too much of an issue, my schedule is somewhat floating and if needed I can work remotely, but it is also a popular and well known fact that I find comfort in the rhythms and routines of daily life.
Can’t even sleep through the night anymore, because of woke.
I look good today. My outfit is an almost navy quarter zip over a white dress shirt with a teal, checkered-ish tie. (update: I guess that makes me blue after all lmao) The air is cool (update: the air is no longer cool), the breeze is gentle (update: the breeze picked up considerably on the walk back to Anova), and I’m having a good hair day. (update: still having a good hair day)
As I write this it’s almost half past one. It’s been a slow day at work. “A picture’s worth a thousand words” goes the old cliche; an image popped in my head and I quickly doodled this during a lull in research.
I forget if I mentioned it here but I almost drowned in the Pacific back in 2023 when I went to visit my older brother. Sometimes I close my eyes and I’m back there, in the cold water, but in my mind’s eye I’ve stopped struggling to stay afloat, stopped trying to make it back to shore; I’m sinking deeper, drifting ever westwards. How pleasant, I know. (Is it possible to have nightmares while daydreaming?) Thankfully, I didn’t drown. I got out of the rip and made it back to dry land. I was pissed at Jake, he left the beach for some reason or another and didn’t believe me when I told him what happened. That ground my gears; he’s since apologized, but it was a sore spot for a while.
I have more thoughts, lots of them, they’ve been bouncing around my head all day. But words fail me, even images are treacherous.
As I write this I’m riding the high speed tram from Norristown to 69th Street; we just left Gulph Mills. The tram is an aggressively beige thing, with tan pleather seats like those of a school bus. It’s simultaneously cramped and spacious, certainly more spacious than the Market-Frankford anyway. As I write this, I just settled in on the couch. I have chores to do tonight, and DM prep for tomorrow. Hopefully my group from Kline can meet Sunday, scheduling really is the bane of every gaming group.
It was a while before I loved the waves again, maybe it’ll be the same for music.
Update: As I write this it is shortly after 9 PM. I almost forgot:
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I was top 10% on the train this morning but I guess a lot of people did worse as the day progressed lol. It was a tough game today, though. I was pretty good when it came to dating artifacts but a few were tricky to place.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 