Swirley Night
huh? Sleep? What's that? Running tally - 6 1/2 hours of sleep for a total of 4 days. WOOOO!
Last night I had the most amazing hallucination - I was reviewing my notes for Poli Sci class on my laptop, and all of a sudden the screen got this amazing 3-D depth and these vivid orangey-peachy tinted swirls started going everywhere. So, I sat back for a few and enjoyed the drug free acid-trip, then got back to work.
My art history teacher told me that there's a theory that some artists, like Vincent van Gogh (Starry Night [above]) and Edvard Munch (The Scream) actually painted what they saw. It's not that their works are artistic renditions of what they were painting; it's that they were actually recreating, on canvas, HOW they saw things. My hallucination made me realize that's totally possible. So maybe if I continue to get no sleep, and take up painting, I'll become famous and cut my ear off.
I came home for lunch today, and thought I would turn on the boob tube for a few, while I scarfed down my vittles. Nothing was on, so I flipped to channel 28 - PBS. Mr. Roger's Neighborhood was just beginning...you know, the fake town, he walks in with his song and puts on his sweater and tennis shoes...so I decided to watch it and return momentarily to my childhood days. Reminiscing as a child with the wonderful, almost saintly Mr. Rogers was going fine until he uttered the words: "I've got a different kind of instrument for blowing in the kitchen"...choking on my piece of chicken, I suddenly realized that I'll never be an innocent child again. I just wanted to say thank you, Mr. Rogers (may you rest in peace), for legitimately keeping the innocence alive in the children. I think it's important that they realize a grown man can say those words without batting an eyelash. *sigh* If only it weren't too late for me.
