29 June 2010
27 June 2010
The Fall of the Last Emperor of Russia
It's official: Life as I've known it has been turned upside down. For years, I've watched Fedor Emilianenko run through his opponents with such ease and precision that it has hither-to been impossible to ever envision him swallowed by the agony of defeat. Fedor Emilianenko's successive victories have always reminded me that all is right in the world and that with each and every conquest, harmony and balance permeate life brilliantly. Tapped out in the 68th second of the first round, I am in just as stunned as the last emperor of Russia, thoroughly shocked and tragically awed. I have very little to say about this bitter defeat other than things no longer seem to be following the same harmony that they once did. Chaos has restored its rightful place in the world, but despite all, everything is still perfect and just as it should be.
24 June 2010
Experimental Psychopharm Semi-Phail
Mid-nocturnal insomnia has been frustrating me with its frequency as of the last few weeks. Having a rather abundant medicine cabinet, I decided to fight off this nuisance with an adequate dose of Zolpidem. In past trials, hypnogogic and hypnopompic hallucinations caused me to shy away from taking this medication, however last night, I finally overcame my fear of the unreal. Disoriented, I dove right into the hallucinatory abyss and figured, for old time's sake, it would be a good opportunity to see if I could write something quasi-interesting and pharmacologically induced. My experimental bust exposed itself vividly on my computer screen despite that I could not really open my eyes one hour post dose. My laptop sat on my stomach and the befuddling gallimaufry of incomplete, tangential sentences and poor diction elucidated my failure in an all-too-familiar hypnopompic state. The bright side is that I finally enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep. I'll count that as a victory any day of the week. Now for my spoils.
04 June 2010
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