June 21, 2006 Wednesday Emergency Nap

What would my life look like if I was about to die?
 


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Thank you for inviting me to the beach.
I'm really sorry I couldn't attend.
On average though I tend not to stray to far from
ARcata at any given time. I always like to know
I can get up under my own power. 

> so how was being an hour late for art class?

It went fine. Though I felt a bit bad about it.

>  thanks for sitting there and
> letting me rant on;

No prob. at all. I feel apologetic for not quite being myself.
I was a bit tired and not wanting to deal with art at the moment.
I just wanted to go out and about and think things over.

I really need to just walk around after that class rather than
being stuck in an Art class. 

> there's something both frustrating and incredibly refreshing to know that
> you have portrayed yourself to be quite insightful about philosophy, yet
> you remain for the most part silent in class. 

Portrayed myself? Intersting choice of wording.
Have you marked up my paper yet? 

You think it's 'frustrating' that I don't speak up in class?
Even though I have all these ideas? I'm more of the obserber
than the interactor in many settings. Unless, I'm asked to preform
for people. Than I preform. 

Besides, it's mysterious that way. No one really knows. 

Well, I was going to write longer but it appears I ahve neglected
certain other things..

Say did you want to do someting Saturday or Sunday?
I made tentative plans with someone on Friday, but the rest of
the weekend looks openish.

-chris
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8:28 PM
I awoke from a much much needed nap not to long ago.
It was an emergency. I had walked so much, under the
burning sun, with out water that I could feel the
crust of dead burnt skin cells and dried sweat thickly
on my brow.
It didn't just stop with a long walk to and back from a
title store clear on the other side of town.. I had to
continue my efforts in art class as I had to curve out
and add more shape to a turtle form.
It had been nearly unbearable with the sweat dripping over
my mask and the annoyance of working with caustic materials
and a mask I kept sneezing into that other day. 

By the time I managed to leave I had yet more walking to do
for I had to get home. And every step was painful... somewhat
literally for my feet were beginning to show signs of
soreness and I know that all my muscles will get together and
complain tomorrow. They already did a fair job of that when
I got up 20 or so minutes ago.
I felt it.
I tried to turn and I like I was as hard and as cracked as that
cement I was working with earlier today. The way my skin felt
when I shifted beneath it.... it was like shifting the cracking
mud of a dried up lake bed. Really,  that was the instant image
I got from it.
As I attempted to continue my turn my legs felt tight and my head
hurt slight. I had lost so much water. I thought as I noted the
dryness of my face. I knew it had burned. It wasn't as much as it
could have been for I knew it was going to burn at the time and
attempted to cover it up here and there. But still... I felt
like a burnt piece of toast and was having trouble moving.

Somehow, I don't think I'm going to go back to the art shop
to do that filming I was thinking of. It's too painful currently.

10:28 PM
I have a feeling this headache will be with me till I go to
bed. Best to take it easy.