Dead Behind the Eyes

Well, not really, but it feels that way. As every new parent knows, the flip side of a delightful new baby is the lack of consistent sleep. So, I walk around daily feeling like perception is ending at the back of my eyeball, never reaching my brain. there are times when I am not entirely sure how much I am processing. I long for a cup of coffee that will make a difference, or for cigarettes that don't do you any harm but still give you that kick. Ain't no such bird, and the coffee props me up about as well as a broken crutch just held together with a fraying ace bandage.

Don posted a link to what I think is a howling piece of paranoia, but I was never able to hook into it because I'm just too dull these days. Duller than usual. My wit is no longer a foil in the spring steel right hand of Basil Rathbone. It's more like a club in the hands of the cave troll from Lord of the Rings, and it frequently misses.

Well, enough whining. I am doomed to be an unorganized, grabasstic piece of amphibian shit for a while. That's just a small payment for having a beautiful baby daughter; yet another weird example of the coexistence of light and darkness. Oooo....