• Hearing voices

    I think maybe you can judge a book by its cover – a little anyway. There are aspects of covers that mislead, but I wonder if there are also aspects of my cover that tell more about me than I knew.

    Take my voice. My mouth is capable of producing a range of sounds, but my default leaves something to be desired. It’s wimpy. It lacks conviction. It’s hollow. But with a little bit of effort I can fill it out a little. It’ll never be confused with the great voices of our time – genetics does have something to do with it – but it could be more.

    I wonder if my voice reflects something deeper. I wonder if it (like the rest of me) underachieves a little?

  • Failing to prove a point

    I’d planned this post as a bit of self-parody, after my “two thousand and something” entry last night. I was going to do one of those “a year ago on this date” posts, then admit I hadn’t posted anything a year ago.

    Trouble is, I did. Damn. So I checked two years ago. Double damn. Not only did I find a post, I found a pretty significant one… the kind of thing you’d actually use in a “two years ago on this date” kind of post.

    I can’t even pick on myself and get it right.

  • Betrayed by circadian rythm

    I really wanted to sleep in this morning, mostly because I was up rather late last night. Trouble is, my body has developed this nasty habit of following a set schedule, regardless of context.

    As troubling as this sounds, it pales in comparison to a dream and my reaction to it. In my dream it was Monday morning and I was at my office. I was looking through my desk to see if I’d left my torx screwdriver there. I had and I found it.

    Then I woke up.

    I had one of those moments of disorientation following a vivid dream. Still not thinking clearly, enough of the fog lifted to realize it wasn’t Monday after all… but Sunday, and I was disappointed.

    That’s right friends, half asleep in a warm bed, I was disappointed it wasn’t Monday.

    I’m more convinced than ever that something is terribly wrong with me.