Insomnia II

I am now typing because mechanically it feels great. I love typing. I love typing on my new keyboard. This zero degree business is the shit, always has been. Mechanical keyboards with all their high resistance crap are back in fashion right now but bollocks to that I say, more force required equals force lost and slower speed. It is for us to adapt and evolve and I’m glad I have.

Plus I’m still getting buzzed from the light up thing. If I take my hands away, after a beat it fades into darkness *takes hands away**…

… I bring even a finger close to the surface, even towards the bottom edge, and the sensor triggers and illuminates it. I love it. I’m charmed.

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The tiredness comes now, in small bursts but not enough to drag me down as yet. I still have to run myself headlong into the ground and forcefully drown myself in exhaustion to sleep, but I hope the signs are good.

Yesterday I didn’t listen to music in the car and this is usually a flag, though it was broken today and tonight when I ended up blasting Anjunadeep 3 disc 1 in the car and dancing around in my seat to it as I do.

James Grant and Jaytech seem like such a good duo. Originally I thought I much preferred Jaytech’s slamming 4 AM epics but Grant does a good job of starting off cruisy then winding it up himself. I only wish we had a city of neon ten times the size of the one we have so I could spend more time driving around in it with this stuff blaring.

This speed is monumental, probably as fast as it’s going to get. I like it. I like almost all of it. The inevitable precipitation of impatience with people is a hassle but I deal with it. At the least I’m back here ranting about it privately so that’s good. Also Rok is a godsend, bless him. The board games are precisely the thing I need to occupy my mind, flex it, work it and get some easy but higher load exercise in. Video games keep getting worse and worse, more so due to the continuing excellence of Kentucky Route Zero and the yet lingering memories of Howling Dogs.

Films have been so so, I’m wary after what happened at the conclusion of the last one – should the same thing happen, it will be entertaining to be sure, and I’ll have a nice long chat with myself about it in great detail, but I suspect I’m going to have to dose myself with a few films that I know to be rich, relentless and brutal.

I’m going to lie down in the dark and see what happens.

4:15 AM, we have to stop meeting like this.