I like it when someone like a plumber comes to work where I live and we tacitly decide to ignore each other in our own lack of comfortableness. It's always better that way... unless the plumber is hot. In that case, I think we've all watched enough porn to know what happens next... Anyway, it's not the case now. He's ugly and old. I can cope with ugly, I can cope with old, but not both at the same time, that's my policy.
I'm going to Germany soon. I was going to go to Berlin, but honestly spending five days drunk in the forest in the unexistent land on Bielefeld sound way more appealing. Actually, it sounds like the most brilliant plan ever. I'm so lucky I'm me. I have the greatest ideas.
Last night I found an amazing way to sleep. I had totally forgotten about it, but it came back to me and it worked immediately. Maybe it worked because I was dead tired, or maybe because I'm amazing.
The thing is you have to lay down looking up. Relax your body and start thinking of your toes. You have to start feeling them until you are really focus on what your toes are feeling. When you're done with the toes, you move up to the rest of your feet, ankles, legs, tights, etcetera. The thing is, as soon as you can focus on a body area, you start feeling the specific pains you have in there, and you are also able to really relax the muscles. To really relax, you need to make the same mental process you make when you are masturbating and you are about to reach an orgasm. It's that exact point when you clear your mind of everything and you lose yourself to the tactile sensations of your body. If you can do that with your toes, legs, back, shoulders, and every part of your body, you will find it's like a resting orgasm. You don't even have to follow a specific order, the different part of the body will call you until you go with them and relax them.
Now, the best part is when you reach the brain. Then, your mind goes immediately blank and, unless you are thinking about how fast you will fall asleep, you will fall asleep really fast.
Of course, it's not the magical cure for anything. My right foot still hurts like shit and my back has new pains that even weren't there yesterday. But I know that if I do that and continue to exercise my poor beaten meatbag, someday I might feel better.
I hope there's a train to take me really early to the airport.
I hope there's a train to the magical fields of Slumberland.
I hope that little animal in the garden is a squirrel and not a rat (both equally possible in Furry City).
Je suis en train de lire Le Petit Prince. Je pense que je l'ai déjà lu en français, mais je ne suis pas sure. J'ai faim. Je crois que je vais prendre le déjeuner maintenant. Je suis sure que j'ai eu un rêve merveilleuse mais je ne me souviens pas du tout qu'est que c’était.
Tout ce que je me souviens c'est en me réveiller et penser "Fuck, fuck life, fuck this, fuck that, I want to sleep"... Je sais, c'est pas normale en moi. Normalement, je n'ai pas de problèmes pour me lever.
