Boiled Toast

Today I am absent minded. What is it about holidays and the sudden freedom from sporadic lack of bells and random mysterious common room smells that has the ability to turn one’s brain into mush?

I’ve said before (though in a rather vague and waffly way) that life is stranger than anything they could possibly get away with in a film. It’s odd to think that we’d have the need to suspend disbelief at all ever. Considering the stuff that we encounter in our day to day lives that sometimes are just so out there, fairies, 4-foot high “One Ring” wielders and scientifically-named-dogs-travelling-through-time-and-space-in-a-specially-adapted-Delorian seem fairly mild. (No exaggeration whatsoever… )

So what does this mean exactly? That the world actually is as it’s portrayed in the Matrix, that we’re all plugged into vats with computer programs beaming “real life” directly into our minds? Maybe there’s a tear in the fabric of reality that’s letting the absurd slowly trickle through? Or maybe it means that the combination of Year 12 and Holidays has brought out the extremely rare and unusual condition: Reverse Sleep Deprivation.

That’s right. After month after month of having less than the minimum amount of sleep required to keep an adequate grip on reality and sanity, the holidays have come about, and all of a sudden: 11 Hours! A Night! The problem (ooh, they’re playing “Rock the Casbah” on the radio now…you all really needed to know that) now is, we’d already adapted…maybe even evolved to be able to cope, and now it’s “being thrown for a loop” time.

Now it looks like I’ve broken into two, separate and yet equally confusing threads (wow, that sounded a bit Law and Order-y): “Life is weird” and “Help! I’m un-sleep deprived!” but they are linked somewhat. The symptoms of RSD (strangely similar to regular SD actually) include absent-mindedness, such as (in a totally general sense of course) going to the fridge to get eggs to boil, and coming away with a loaf of bread instead, random blurting…that’s my excuse anyway…and the tendency to accept strange occurrences as normality…such as the filming of Bollywood movies in the middle of Rundle Mall – which is what links the threads! (Though somewhat weakly and dubiously I’ll admit)

Anyways, again I’m getting (just wrote “gitting”…what an interesting concept. “To become increasingly more git-like”) convoluted (and also just had a brief typing interlude to answer the door buzzer, whereupon I dropped the receiver with loud, reverberating clunking noises and had to go downstairs in my HOT Phantom of the Opera t-shirt to collect a package for Mum) so I’ll stop and get back the homework...