Horsmanistan

I may actually be getting on top of sleep. Watch out leisure, attitude, and getting my shit together: you're next on the hit list and I will kill you dead. Suckers.

Hmmm. Apparently the dementia has nothing to do with lack of sleep after all.

I saw The Bubble last night. As a movie it's not much (terrible 3-D effects, wooden performances, rotten dialogue), though it does have a few genuinely weird moments (and some very wacky set design). But what really struck me about the movie is that it was just like one that a post mordern novelist like DeLillo or David Foster Wallace would make up to say certain things in a book. I don't know if that means I have extra respect for this movie or less respect for that particular literary device.

Sleep. I can't get on top of sleep. Work. I can't get on top of work. Leisure. I can't get on top of leisure. Attitude. I can't get on top of attitude. Getting my shit together. I can't get on top of getting my shit together.

Cutting my caffeine intake by roughly two thirds. No more penguin mints, no more coffee after 10 am or so. Surprisingly not hard (the 8 cup supercharge that starts at 6AM may have something to so with that).

Caffeine. I can't get on top of caffeine.

Also blogging. I can't get on top of blogging.