Monday, June 02, 2008

Night Habits

Things only people who have seen me in my underwear know.*

I like the room freezing cold. Air-blasting, fetal-position-inducing, take-all-the-blanket-fighting, freezing cold. And lots of quilts on the bed. It reminds me of my artic 19th century childhood home in which you seriously had to decide whether a trip to the bathroom in January was worth the likely possibility that, upon touching your toe to the old pine boards, your veins would turn to ice and you’d shatter into a million pieces. Compounded by my father, whose vehement insistence of responsible consumerism I imagine will surely, upon his deathbed, possess him to reach out a hand, pull me close and whisper, “I pass my legacy to you. Promise me you will not let your mother turn the thermostat past 61 degrees in the winter. Promise me this! Oil is too expensive! God damnit!”

I sleep in dresses. Dresses that I wear nowhere else but in bed. Hey, I’d walk around work in a penoir if I could (that’s a dressing robe which is explicitly meant for combing your hair in).

I write to blasting music. Like techno. Or obscene rap. It is really weird.

My friends that are boys in the neighborhood sometimes come say hi at night when I’m writing. And my doorman thinks because of this, I am running a low-class one-woman prostitution ring in a headband and yoga pants.

I dance to no music in the kitchen. And do a lot of jumping.

I wake up early sometimes and am mad about it. I want to sleep longer but sometimes am too anxious or on deadline to.

I get a little crazy right before sleep. Like all riled up and giggly, like if you threw a tennis ball at a dog and jangled your keys and shouted, “Wanna go to the park? Huh? Wanna go to the park!” riled up and giggly.

There is a green wooden armadillo hanging upside down on the ceiling in my room and a million sketches.

I don’t know how to be lonely any more.

Sometimes I wait for people to get home and it makes me happy to see them. Yes, again like a dog.

I could spend the day in bed if I have a really good book.

I have a lot of wacky ideas and half the time I actually do them. This led to me applying to grad school in Hawaii, backpacking through Australia, writing a book, and saying very inappropriate things to upper management with the thought that I’ll be liberally excused because I am a “creative”. Note: “creative” is just a euphemism for “quirkily unprofessional” at best and “not quite all there” at worst.

I am always thirsty but I hardly ever drink anything.

There is someone in my phone listed as "Not Sure."

I think being interesting is a gift and one day I hope to have it. For now I’m okay with being interested.

I think I feel alive and amazed more than is the norm. Like the wind will blow someone’s hair into a pattern and I’ll stop or I will think about the domestication of animals and think, whoa, who was the first person to see a horse and be like, you know what, I’m gonna jump on that thing’s back, what the hell. Let alone a camel! Or that if an alien landed on this planet and saw an elephant, it would freak the hell out and fly away…


* That includes my roommates, mom and best friend, and anyone else who has seen me sleep or woken me up.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love "not sure" as a name for someone...have you ever tried calling it?

rebecca said...

what a terrific post! i came here by way of jc's blog and sure glad i did. oh, how i could relate to sleeping in freezing cold temperatutes (but for different reasons since i'm nearing 50 and will leave that to your imagination!)

one of the most enjoyable, funny reads i've had in awhile....will be back, for sure!

Seaurchin said...

I have icicle sleep preferences too! I think that when the temperature goes down, I pile up layers of heat trapping covers with a hot water bottle for my feet, my body temperature goes into homeostatis allowing me the perfect hibernation I require. Everyone else thinks I am nutty.
But, you know, I never get sick and they do.

Seaurchin said...

Although getting up to get undressed and then dressed....and rousing myself out of homeostatis at the speed of light to catch the subway in this artic interior climate, well that is not as fun.

I keep all numbers in case someone i know but don't want to know anymore calls me. And for these undesirable contacts I usually add a z in front of their name to keep them way down there in siberia allowing me to avoid accidentally calling them and having to scroll over them when i am browsing. If I am especially angry... the name changes to Z + @#$%%$^%&!

D.T. said...

I dont have a "Not sure" in my phone, but I do have "Dont Answer!" and "Hit Ignore!" For the life of me, I cannot remember who those people are, but one did try calling last week.

And what's up with that armadillo thing? It just hangs there? Like casually? Is it there for conversation or...?

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the comments guys!

The dillo hangs casually and he is really small!

K said...

Not sure why that posted me as anon...

Thanks for the comments guys!

The dillo hangs casually and he is really small!

Miss Scarlet said...

I love the weight of blankets!