June 19th, 2002

psychic

Psychic disconnect from the physical body...

My alarm went off for 28 minutes before I heard it this morning. And I had to force myself to hear it. I was in the middle of a nightmaresque dream where we were being attacked by alien bugs (ala Aylee in Sluggy). I wasn't scared... it was more action adventure movie than anything.

But now, I don't seem to have woken up completely. It's an hour and a half later, and it still feels like there's a three inch gap between my soul and the outer surface of my body. Almost like I'm wrapped in Bubble wrap or heavy towels with only eyeholes to peek out of.

I stopped at Starbucks for a frappuccino, and proceed to drop it in the parking lot at work, so no blessed caffeine for me.

me
I want to just curl up under my desk and sleep.
  • Current Mood
    disconnected
silly

Caffeine, oh how she eludes me...

With much more deftness than the women who just tell me to "Fuck off," the nectar of consciousness has slipped from my grasp once more.

There's a little machine that makes cafe mocha in our office. It's costs 25 cents. I put in my quarter. Put my cup where it belonged... the machine was out of the mocha part, so I got a cup of uber watered down coffee. Totally not palatable.

me
Fie! Fie on you!
  • Current Mood
    disheartened
psychic

Ahhhh...

My soul is now only 1/4" away from the surface of my skin, and in my cup is liquid consciousness.

me
Blessed be, blessed be
  • Current Mood
    coming back to life