March 3, 2003. 03/03/03. O' Three, o' three, o'three. Wow. That's amazing. The last time I was this excited was 02/02/02 and 01/01/01. 11:11.11 a.m. or p.m. on 11/11 of any year always gets to me too. It's a wonderful split second of reality where everything freezes on the same number. It used to be even cooler when I actually wore a watch that told time and displayed dates.
When I was awakened today by my psychotic alarm that rings like crazy til I am tempted to throw it against the wall, my left arm was numb. No, not just tingling numb, but I literally thought my arm died on me. Of course, I was laying on it for possibly the whole night, so it made sense, but it felt as heavy as a log. I couldn't even turn over to turn off my alarm.
I ended up having to pick my left arm up with my right arm, swing myself onto my right side, use my elbow to keep from falling (my alarm is on the floor), reach down, hook the alarm with my pinky, throw it on my body, push myself back onto the bed, and fiddle with my thingy one handed--er... you know.. my cock.. i mean, clock. yea... clock.
Usually this is when I would fall asleep again, but this time I couldn't. I was fascinated with my dead arm that still had yet to revive itself. I hit it, grabbed it, threw it around. It was amazing. For real though, why is it that when something on your body goes numb, it always feels like it's five times bigger then it really is? I felt like my arm was getting it's armly version of a woman's period--bloated, fat, with pangs of sharp pain.
Soon bloodflow returned, but not enough to enjoy accurate movement yet. And that's when the second part of unnumbing bodyparts hit me. That super tingling sensation that feels like millions of little tiny bugs were crawling all over my shit and biting the crap out of me. Needless to say, I was awake.
I kinda just kept punching my arm, hoping the pain of me kicking my arm's ass (if that's possible) would distract me from feeling the pain it was inflicting on me.
Of course, to top it all off, my cellphone's alarm goes off, and it's about seven feet away from my bed. So my right arm goes to tackle my left arm, who dodges out of the way and hits me with a tingle attack. I grab it and throw it to the phone, and HA, silly me, I go flying toward the floor.
Yea, i get it. Time to wake up.
I hit snooze on the cellphone, and go back to sleep for another 20 minutes.
Fuck the tingling numb arm, nothing can keep me from sleep.
When I was awakened today by my psychotic alarm that rings like crazy til I am tempted to throw it against the wall, my left arm was numb. No, not just tingling numb, but I literally thought my arm died on me. Of course, I was laying on it for possibly the whole night, so it made sense, but it felt as heavy as a log. I couldn't even turn over to turn off my alarm.
I ended up having to pick my left arm up with my right arm, swing myself onto my right side, use my elbow to keep from falling (my alarm is on the floor), reach down, hook the alarm with my pinky, throw it on my body, push myself back onto the bed, and fiddle with my thingy one handed--er... you know.. my cock.. i mean, clock. yea... clock.
Usually this is when I would fall asleep again, but this time I couldn't. I was fascinated with my dead arm that still had yet to revive itself. I hit it, grabbed it, threw it around. It was amazing. For real though, why is it that when something on your body goes numb, it always feels like it's five times bigger then it really is? I felt like my arm was getting it's armly version of a woman's period--bloated, fat, with pangs of sharp pain.
Soon bloodflow returned, but not enough to enjoy accurate movement yet. And that's when the second part of unnumbing bodyparts hit me. That super tingling sensation that feels like millions of little tiny bugs were crawling all over my shit and biting the crap out of me. Needless to say, I was awake.
I kinda just kept punching my arm, hoping the pain of me kicking my arm's ass (if that's possible) would distract me from feeling the pain it was inflicting on me.
Of course, to top it all off, my cellphone's alarm goes off, and it's about seven feet away from my bed. So my right arm goes to tackle my left arm, who dodges out of the way and hits me with a tingle attack. I grab it and throw it to the phone, and HA, silly me, I go flying toward the floor.
Yea, i get it. Time to wake up.
I hit snooze on the cellphone, and go back to sleep for another 20 minutes.
Fuck the tingling numb arm, nothing can keep me from sleep.
posted by Allen M @ 3/03/2003 08:25:00 PM
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