re: Sleeping (again) and On Being a Prophet

And this morning, I swear, I could have heard someone say, "... the Mormon verification of global failure," but I guess that was in my head, too, because I repeated it aloud for my own verification through more heavy sleep and no one knew what I was talking about.

re: Sleeping

Three fourths asleep (I daren't say one half) and mumbling, "'tis a noble pursuit to attempt to unravel the mysteries of the universe."
Maybe my head and my body are so disconnected because I have been searching so much through my sleep lately. That must be a tiring thing, though I couldn't say for sure because I, without fail, forget what happens in my night (every night). Luckily, I have a reporter who sleeps lightly. I am a log because I am, in fact, a great philosopher, right?

two-thousand-fine: theory/practice

YOU WILL GO AND YOU WILL HAVE A GOOD TIME.

From the notebook. The one with a broken spine due to water damage.

A Comprehensive List of Things I Did Upon Returning to My Bedroom (circa 1999-2006) At Approximately 2:20 am, 20 December 2008. It Was A Saturday.
a) fondle two large Ziploc baggies of old buttons, keychains, keys, set down atop one medium-sized white cabinet, that largely do not (or did not) belong to me.
b) gently eye the orange corduroy jacket swaying (though it may look like it's tanning, if it weren't for being manufactured cotton) on the back of my door. The door itself is painted in psychedelic swirls of black on white, done by the previous tenant- presumably as part of some wild and raging drug trip- though my older sister did inscribe "SARAH ROX" (1999) in faint glittery baby-blue gel pen lettering along one swirl's edge.
c) try on two burgundy winter coats:
i) the first has a white faux-fur lined body. It is missing a head and any shape through its middle, and mysterious primary-coloured paint has hardened on one small spot of the faux-fur.
ii) the second is egg-shaped, in fact, and massive and short (riding above my hips a bit). It belonged to my dad through the 1980s-'90s, when he lived in Thunder Bay, was in university, married, and had children. They don't make them like they used to, you know?
d) shift closet-gazing upward to the top shelf (where Puffalump, my emerald [but maybe lighter? A mix of emerald and spring, perhaps?] green prom dress and elementary school t-shirt live. Souvenirs, mostly. The shirt is white with similar psychedelic swirls to the door, green this time, and the front is printed with this:
[image of a knight standing in front of an inverted triangle, "NICHOLAS WILSON" written across the top. It is green and yellow. Black and white need not be mentioned.]

I put the shirt on, regardless of being entirely outdated by now*, take off my jeans for the first time this whole week and get into bed. It feels like a hotel bed with crisp sheets and some polyester-blend coverlet in brown and robin's egg. There are enourmous decorative pillows, olive and aubergine, and I am peeling off my socks with my feet. This room is tidy and highly decorated and it's not mine anymore, really, but at least my Electone still is in the corner**.

*The Nicholas Wilson Knights were re-mascotted the Nicholas Wilson Wolves (defeating the Nicholas Wilson Whales in student votes by only a hair) in 1997 after the Kights were deemed a mascot too vicious and terrifying.
**Editor's note: The Electone was later used in a thrilling rendition of "Away in a Manger" 0n 24 December, 2008, by Alexandra Ayton and Sarah Ayton.