Feeling very nicholas cagey

I feel like an unstable chemical reaction today. My brain has been misbehaving quite a bit. Last weekend it was a kind of torpidity due to lack of sleep. I wake up still tired but unable to sleep, and am suddenly grumpy and disinterested in everything. Everything is boring. Somehow I get out of the funk, maybe due to The Weather Man, which I watched only to realize that Nicholas Cage would probably play me in a movie about my life. Although I am thinking maybe Paul Giamatti would be good too today. Thank God Phillip Seymour Hoffman is not the answer.

Then all this week I've been in a sleepy haze. My back's been hurting. I don’t know if that's related or not. At work I nearly fall asleep every day. Yesterday my back was bothering me quite a bit, so I went home only to discover an insane headache. On the way to the car I stop at my usual place, Café Soleil, and get soup and cake. That baker girl who is always smiling served me. Last time I went in there, she laughed at my dumb joke, so I thought she just had a good sense of humor. But I was totally out of it and spacey yesterday and she was still laughing and smiling. What would it be like to be so jovial all the time? I'm going to have to ask her what the secret is next time. Maybe she'll ask me what my secret is to having an almost catatonic look on my face at all times. I'll then have to bring her a programming book to read.

When I got home, I decided to take some strong pain killers, and popped a Hydrocodene. It did not help with the pain, though it did allow me some good sleep. I had to take another one late last night so I could sleep through back and headache pain. What is with this headache? I went to sleep with audrey next to me, and woke up with chopper in the exact same spot. Do I really have two cats or is it just one? Maybe it's just one cat that fights itself like in Fight Club.

This morning I wake up and am really sleepy and the headache is looming. Kind of like if I maybe twist my head in a certain way it will come back. I decided to stop at the Café again and get some strong coffee. That red-headed guy was there. He doesn't laugh at my jokes, but he plays along. He'd be a good straight man should I ever take my comedy act on the road. I am starting to think that they have some magic mushrooms or special brownies at that place.

That coffee was a mistake. Now I'm really sleep AND loopy/jittery. I'd be having an outer body experience if I weren't so jittery. What the heck? I feel like I am going to fall asleep while simultaneously spazing out. This must be what Paula Abdul feels like on American Idol. Although even in my weird brain chemical state, I still don't get the pizza and salad thing she said last night.

On the up side, I have finally figured out what I would get as my first tattoo if I ever got one. Now I just have to figure out where I would put it. Maybe on these tentacles that are sticking out of my feet.