Otherwise known as Canadian Black Friday.

We even have our own special word for this time : “door crasher” sales.

And I honestly should be more into it as I might just be able to get some really good deals on medium ticket items like a new computer chair or upgrades for the computer or a new monitor for the computer.

I sense a theme developing.

So I will try to stir up some enthusiasm for looking at the sales.

Tried a lorezapam this morning, right before going to bed. Sorta.

It’s a sublingual pill – the kind you put under your tongue and let it dissolve there. And I had never taken a pill like that.

So I stuck it under there and forgot about it – but then absentmindedly fished it back out and swallowed it instead.

Next time, concentrate!

So I am pretty sure I did not get the full effect. Certainly, nothing dramatic happened. I could feel something going on, but it wasn’t very strong.

Pretty sure it helped me sleep, though, which was the whole point of taking it when I did. I noticed that help with sleep was indicated for both of these anti-anxiety meds, and I haven’t seen my sleeping pills (Trazadone) in months, so I figured, what the hell.

And I slept well, at least by my standards. Not so much with the torment. And I think the floodgates may have been opened and I will sleep a bunch more today.

If so, fine. I will stifle the part of me that always whines about how it wants to be awake and having fun when this comes around, and make the deliberate choice to cease all resistance and let my body and brain get as much sleep as they think they need.

That will be made easier by the fact that I have been really feeling the burden of days lately. I look ahead to a day spent playing video games and think, “Is that really it?”.

It’s just not enough any more. I need more. I need to do something productive and meaningful. Something that makes me feel like I have really done something, instead of just watching my days go by in a stunned state of frozen stupor.

So I am going to come up with…. something. Doesn’t matter what, specifically, just as long as it feels right and gets my creative energies out.

I’ve been pondering getting into recording videos whenever the idea strikes me and that means not worrying about production values, at least at first.

Just record it and post it, bam, just like that. Seamless. No post-production, no editing, no polish. Just me and my thoughts and my persona and my charisma and articulacy, raw and uncut, just the way the kids like it these days.

The quality of the product is not the primary concern. What’s most important is to get used to expressing myself like that.

Once I am comfortable doing it, I can then maybe slow down enough to do some editing of the video before posting it.

Or maybe not. This is about self-expression, not any secondary extrinsic goal.

My mission in life is to build up my id and I can do that by expressing it in as raw and pure a form as possible.

More after the break,

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Oh Mister Sandman

…give me a break.

So I was right. The damn has burst and I am very sleepy now. Slept for another four hours after finishing part 1 and even as I woke up from that (which took a while) I knew that I was going to be sleeping a whole lot more.

So after trying to play Gems of War with no success for a while, I decided to just order my food and get my blog on and try get my blogging done so I can just snorfle my food and then go the fuck back to sleep already.

On a whim, I ordered chili cheese fries from New York Fries. I thought about getting a poutine instead but decided I didn’t feel like taking on all that grease.

Poutine is a wonderful food…. if you’re ready for it.

Then again, chili cheese fries are loaded with grease too. Hmmm.

Oh well, it is on with way anyhow. I will nosh with caution.

Seeing as I have been asleep the whole day. I don’t exactly have a lot of biographical reportage to commit to metaphorical paper.

Opened my gift from my mother. It’s a shower radio. Keen gear. I can listen to my fave radio station, Jack FM, in the shower.

I love Jack. It’s so perfectly Gen-X, from its hilariously snarky station IDs to its motto of “we play what we want!” to the fact that they play mostly 80’s music.

It’s our go-to station when we’re in Joe’s car. If we’re not listening to Jack, it’s because Jack is playing ads or because there’s something cool like The Debaters on CBC.

I also got an adorable little notebook (the paper kind) in the shape of a fluffy cartoon fox’s face. And he’s even wearing a lil Santa hat.

I adore it, of course,

Other gifts will trickle in over time, I suppose. Nothing from Catherine yet, and I know she sent stuff to my mother, my brother, and Anne, so I am sure mine will arrive soon.

Unless she’s decided to snub me. Anything’s possible, I suppose,

Well my cholesterol extravaganza of a meal has arrived. Just in time for my body to inform me that I really need to poop.

First I’m hungry, then I need to defecate…. make up your mind, body!

Once that digestive iteration is complete, I will go back to bed for some serious snoozing, and hopefully catch up enough to be reasonably awake for hanging out with Joe and Julian and watching stuff off the PVR at midnight.

Suppose we should start planning for a lackadaisical New Year’s Eve. Like with Xmas, I want to make sure we do something to celebrate it but I am also realistic about exactly how much energy and commitment we can summon up for the task.

So I figure we just get some pleasant snacks and some liquor. Well I’ll get some liquor for myself, anyhow.

This time, if it all possible, I am going to get myself a small bottle of vodka and some of that Canada Dry Diet Cranberry Ginger Ale.

I had my civilized champagne Xmas night.

New Year’s Eve, I’m gonna drink like a drunk.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.