It’s Wednesday!

There are these moments so deep and brimming with clarity where I lie awake in bed at night, and just when the darkness completely takes over, I swear I hear music. Or rather this sound so sparklingly clear and melodious… my rendition of music, that lasts but for a split second. I’m hallucinating, aren’t I?

“See that one there? She’s finally gone loopy!” they will say, pointing.

Maybe the silence is just so loud and overbearing, there’s nothing to hear but music. But then there are these other moments… I would be wiping my face off with a towel and I would think I just heard someone call my name. My head would snap back in that direction to find an empty space. Now the music I’m no so sure about, but this, I’m certain, is hallucinating. I’m clean officer, I am, I swear. Just loopy.

There has to be some kind of psychological explanation behind the voices calling out my name. Something that would keep me out of the nearest asylum, simultaneously proving that I don’t have “issues”. Maybe, subconsciously, I’m wanting someone to call my name, I’m wanting to hear something in particular or something important that I’ve been waiting to hear.

I was pouring my dinner into my bowl when all these thoughts suddenly struck me; “I have an urge to blog this”, thought I. Normally I would just ignore it and carry on, which is what I was about to do when I remembered Lastnode’s post it suggestion. I quite like the idea of an array of yellow notes strewn around my life with random musings scribbled on. However, having none at hand, I hastily jotted all this down in a book I had once unsuccessfully tried to use as a journal, in the worst possible handwriting until my fingers ached… While a bowl of Maggie noodles grew cold across a paused DVD of The Polar Express, which by the way was one class act. I would love to just hang at the North Pole… Those elves seem like such a fun crowd on Christmas… that is, when they’re not being worked to the bone the rest of the year throughout. I wonder if Santa’s got WiFi hooked up over there. A very old friend just texted me about going on a cruise sometime this year after expressing a need to get out of the country for a bit. I don’t suppose suggesting the North Pole would amuse her?

Off-topic: It amazes me how movie critics can single-handedly strip a magical story like The Polar Express with such technical reviews. Go with the flow guys, write a surreal review, keep with the theme… even if you didn’t care for the movie. O.K., back on topic now.

After a somewhat satisfied appetite for food and entertainment, I typed all this up. And I’m glad. Now the only thing left that I wanted to blog was conceived only to be forgotten amidst brushing my teeth. The situation, as you can imagine, made it difficult to scribble anything down… post it or otherwise.

In retrospect, my most profound moments seem to be when brushing my teeth. Just brushing though, not flossing; the latter requires too much of my attention. If there ever was a movie to be made of my character, I would think that most of the scenes would revolve around my standing over a sink, dishevelled hair, jammies, brandishing a green toothbrush in one hand. Now there’s some image.

That’s a load off! And that’s a wrap. Thank you.