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I am pretty much sick as a dog right now, thank you very goddamn much Mister Quetiapine, alias Monsieur Seroquel. That is to say, I am making another attempt to get off this shit. I slept maybe, maybe four hours last night. And now I'm enjoying the marvels of four nights of shitty sleep, plus the side effects of discontinuation. And trying to work. All at once. Look, Ma! No hands! And yet, I am more awake, more alert, more capable of clear thought – even through this physical misery – than I have been since I started taking this crap full time, almost a year ago. I have slept away a year of my life.

Fuck me.

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead.
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, Mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand. "No" was all he said.
~ The Band

Yesterday, I wrote the article for Thom Carnell, and I finished with Sirenia Digest #106, which will go out to subscribers as soon as I finish this short entry. Today, I have work I will get done, despite the constant cold sweats, aches, and general wooziness.

It was very strange, and a bit sad, pulling out all those old issues of Carpe Noctem, reading my old music reviews and what not. I suppose I should publish those somewhere someday. Or not. What was weirder, the interview that Thom did with me late in 1996, that was published in 1997. This bizarre snapshot of me almost twenty goddamn years ago, complete with photos by Christa Faust, Billy Martin, and Matthew Grasse. Athens, Los Angeles, Ireland, Niagra Falls.

Last night, I finished reading Theodore Roosevelt's Darkest Journey: The River of Doubt by Candice Millard (2005), along with "The basal titanosaurian Rukwatitan bisepultus (Dinosauria, Sauropoda) from the middle Cretaceous Galula Formation, Rukwa Rift Basin, southwestern Tanzania." Next up, a Robert Aickman binge.

It's annoying how much I actually like Lynard Skynard.

I'm outta here.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast


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Nov. 23rd, 2014 07:48 pm (UTC)
I actually like Lynard Skynard.

my 25 yr old nephew likes them too.. cant be all bad.. grin.
Nov. 23rd, 2014 08:40 pm (UTC)
and I finished with Sirenia Digest #106, which will go out to subscribers as soon as I finish this short entry.

I like "The Green Abyss."

Best of luck with the meds.
Nov. 23rd, 2014 08:55 pm (UTC)
I finished with Sirenia Digest #106, which will go out to subscribers as soon as I finish this short entry.

"THE GREEN ABYSS" is really nice. So many writers seem satisfied with portraying temporal distortions as clever puzzles but "THE GREEN ABYSS" demonstrates again your ability to convey a poetic, emotional intimacy with folded time. You give character to it, it's really lovely.
Nov. 23rd, 2014 10:05 pm (UTC)
Got the Millard lined up myself. However, I'm about to start the Morris 3 book bio of TR.
Hope you have at least a half decent day.
Nov. 23rd, 2014 10:08 pm (UTC)
The Next Two Lines
I swear, I have been thinking about the next two lines in that song for more than 30 years.
Nov. 25th, 2014 05:17 am (UTC)
Sorry about the detox-

My dear Aunt Beast, from a totally anonymous fan, just say no to the Skynard. Do it. Deny them. So not worth it. I'm trying to be funny but what I am saying is resist... the... urge...

I am 53 and I fucking hate Classic Rock. I have not willingly listened to Led Zeppelin in 30 years. Thievery Corporation and Bad Religion are my two favorite bands. Trancehop and Hardcore. Ah, labels-

Listening to Country music makes me feel... like breaking something. Something irreplaceable, just for the shock value.
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