sleeping

sleeping 'bean II

i don’t think of myself as someone who needs taking care of. (someone who wants it, to be sure, but who isn’t that?) and yet here i am, walking into things, misspelling my own name, burning the pasta at two in the morning, and while i’m no competitive chef, honestly, who burns pasta? i’m famous in certain circles (primarily my friends and my cat) for forgetting to sleep and eat, and if it were just that, it wouldn’t be worth mentioning. but at times like these, i forget even to be tired or hungry. carried its illogical end, this is not pretty.

[ further adventures in unreason, below the fold. ]