The Good Word of Sprout

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Friday, March 09, 2007

Oh

"Will something into existence."

"No. Why?"

"Because otherwise those who've known you -- after you've died -- will have no way to remember you when they're drinking their old age away alone."

"Oh."
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Thursday, April 13, 2006

The Needle

There's a giant sewing needle in my right eye. I think it's called a doll needle, and it measures about four inches in length. Sometime between last night and this morning I must have stuck it in there. I shouldn't have left it near my bed, but who could have predicted a dream about sleeping with my own mother?

I have looked in the mirror and have poked at my eye with pliers, but the needle is too deep. I cannot see its eye within my own. I know it's there because it's no longer on the bedside table, and I can feel it needling my brain. My eye, not used to such treatment, constantly spots cockroaches in its peripheral vision.

The needle digs deeper. Oh, why did I enjoy so many brands of beer so carelessly?
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Monday, June 28, 2004

Unwanted Results

Today I felt very anxious. This third day anxiety comes after drinking one night and staying drunk the entire next day. This isn't the first time it has happened, nor will be the last, but it seems to defy logic. Since I pass out fairly early from the day-drunk (and usually eat well), I would expect to feel somewhat normal upon waking up the next morning (never the case). I feel nauseous. This nausea isn't like the throwing up variety. It seems more psychological than physical. It is the anti-euphoria.

What is it about a bender that causes this guilty sensation? Do I feel bad because I act like an animal sometimes, or is it simply a symptom of dehydration? Did I do something awful while I was "time travelling?" I woke up with all my clothes on and no bruises on the body. Did I use up all my endorphins on my liver? Should I take more vitamin C? There are no good answers to these questions, but it soothes me to ask them.

Empirical evidence gathered since the original publishing of this post suggests that the third-day anxiety (also guilt, shame) relates less to the physical consquences of drinking (e.g. dehydration, bruising), than to the behavior associated with it (e.g. ridiculing God, urinating for arc) . Specifically, the level of post-drunken anxiety is directly proportional to the inhibition difference between the drunken fool and the average sober self.

One hypothesis for solving this problem involves acting the drunken fool while sober. By reducing the inhibition difference, one must reduce the level of post drunk anxiety. However, does this action eliminate the need to get drunk?

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