Narcolepsy is both dangerous and embarrassing
In the springtime I get waves of tiredness that are as unfightable as they are predictable. I�ll be going about my daily routine in this case doing the much needed chore of my laundry, and all of a sudden my vision goes blurry, my eyelids droop, and I know escape is inconceivable. I guarantee if I were driving a car or operating heavy machinery and had one of these attacks chaos would most certainly ensue (my greatest fear in life). So I take the stack of readings on digital art and the potential for art internet based art works (interesting, but tricky business, I am sure better informed comments will follow on this front, as well as some recommended sites). But anyway, I found three dryers, loaded up the wash, and walked over to Johnson like a zombie to read (i.e. **sleep**).
The Johnson lounge is my personal lounge and I get irritated when other people indulge in the delusion that they are welcome there. So I just ignored the two sophomores with thick intro level art history books, hit the couch like a ton of bricks, read a page and passed out in a twisted heap that landed me a strange secret fraternity insignia from my headphones on my upper arm. Anyway, after an hour, I woke up in a disoriented stupor when some one was making an unforgivable raucous by banging pots and pans or something equally as melodic. By this point one of the underclassmen squatters in my space had left, I tied my sneakers, and set out to retrieve my freshly dried socks and polo shirts.
Anyway, upon leaving, who do I see, but both �Uncle Peters� (well Peter and Pieter) two of my professors who likely transversed the very open and public lounge and saw me passed out like a hobo.
Well, I have gotten over the embarrassment and have returned to my thesis carrel to listen to Jackson Browne and sort through the edited chapters my advisor returned to me today.
Spring makes me sleepy. yawn.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:09 PM
