Hi my name is Jim and I don't sleep. Alright, that's a misnomer--I do sleep, I just don't sleep well or long or regularly. Right now I am going through a phase of sleeping for two-two and a half hours and then waking up for a half hour just to repeat the process. It's almost enough sleep to be lulled into slumber but then I get all-Charlie Brown-trying-to-kick-a-football about it and wham, on my back and wide awake. (Lucy runs off laughing, a decent night's sleep tucked under her blue sleeve.) It does mean more time to read, write, and learn Dutch, but it also means my eyes burn and tear at odd times of the day--for example, a client's sister today asked me if I always get emotional when it comes to discussing seedless oranges. . .
Today I worked a 14 hour day:
9-12: Wilkes
12-7: being Mr. Autism Therapist
7-11.30: Wilkes (part 2, Electric Boogaloo)
I met one of the cleaning crew, nice guy--think I startled him a bit. . .
I began my poem cycle about autism (for real) today--I don't know how well it will fly, but I think it will be a good learning experience and pretty damn cathartic at the same time. I probably have more to say that sounds way more profound but right now my mind feels like butterscotch pudding. . .
more later?
I'm Ron Burgandy?
today's soundtrack: Rolling Stones London Singles Collection; Jesse Malin The Fine Art of Self Destruction; Elliot Smith x/o; Tom Waits Mule Variations; Snow Patrol final straw; Josh Rouse Under the Cold Blue Stars; Franz Ferdinand darts of pleasure EP; Ben Fold Five s/t; Tori Amos Crucify EP; A Tribe Called Quest The Low End Theory; Kanye West College Dropout; Elvis Costello Armed Forces; John Lennon Collection; Love Forever Changes; eels Beautiful Freak
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