Man, I was high this morning, slugged down a little too much Robitussin-DM, in the middle of the night, trying to kick this chest cold. I was getting the heebee jeebees. I don't know what that really means, but growing up in my family it came to mean that quasi-hallucinogenic state you get in when you're sick and have a fever or something. Drifting in/out of consciousness, very vivid close up visual images (I see maps sometimes). Hypnagogic hallucinations I think they're called (well, I know it's called that now, since I just looked it up and created a link, silly.)
Also, dreaming about running, and got this unusual sense of calm and confidence, slight euphoria even, that all will be well, this cold will get better, my shin will get better, I'll train for that marathon, and all will be right with the world. An over-the-counter-drug induced state of bliss. Thanks, Robitussin.
And I do still feel better, taking a rest/sick day, I think I'm getting better, maybe I'll even run tomorrow; if the shin's tender, maybe I'll suck it up and try to do a record 90 minutes on the elliptical (I wonder if that's even beneficial.)
So given this fleeting moment of irrational calm and confidence, and some info/encouragement from Mike, I think I just may really take the plunge, and go sign up for the Vermont City Marathon today.
Picked up the new Vonnegut book I mentioned a few days ago. Fancies himself a bit of a Luddite, here's what he says about online communities:
"Electronic communities build nothing. You wind up with nothing. We are dancing animals. How beautiful is to get up and go out and do something. We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anyone tell you any different."
He's great; I didn't realize he was such a leftie, quite irrational sometimes too, but he's still great. He rips into Bush et.al. with exquisite hatred, calling him a PP — psychopathic personality — a personable person who has no conscience. A fun (not exactly the right word) read.
Reminds me, I saw the audiobook for this book at the store a few weeks ago, The Sociopath Next Door. I almost bought it, but it gave me the creeps. It claims that 4% of the population are PPs, people who are able to act like any other decent human being, but there's really nobody home, a genetic brain defect, no moral sense (which, imo, is innate, like language, vision) — one out of every 25 people, good grief! Like the American Psycho guy. Freaked me right out. Let's hope it's not true.
Btw, recently (re)watched the very excellent Empire of the Sun with my kids and realized the main kid, the actor, Christian Bale, is the American Psycho guy. How 'bout that.
And from the Why Didn't I Think Of That file — The Million Dollar Home Page.