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And Other Strange Phenomena
Accompanying the amnesia are legion additional symptoms which I failed to mention in my eariler entry:
(1) I have an incredibly upset stomach, to the point where I find it difficult to eat more than a little at a time without feeling violently ill. After a couple of days, this gets old. Valancy suggests I take some medication, but I loathe relying on external cures, especially since I cannot doubt that this is psychosomatic. Moreover, I fear I will become one of those stock characters who always wears a tie and carries around a bottle of pepto bismal like an Irish flask.
(2) I have little to no attention span, which leaves me staring at walls, playing a lot of computer solitaire, and listening to CDs very quickly (ie with my finger on the fast forward button).
(3) I am incredibly irritated by background noise -- the hum of the computer, the clicking of the keys, the rustling of paper, the whirr of the air conditioner. This is why I listen to the music -- to drown it out. I don't enjoy listening to the music either, but at least it's somewhat cohesive.
(4) I seem to have summoned a poltergeist, because things keep flying off of shelves and tables and out of medicine cabinets. So far I have managed to dodge them all, but it's only a matter of time. I should put "superglue" on the grocery list.
(5) I'm sending even more strongly than usual. To illustrate, a scene from yesterday evening:
ROMIE: "Wow, I haven't heard from Joanne in months. Wonder how she's doing."
PHONE RINGS
ROMIE: "Hello?"
JOANNE: "Romie? Wow, I didn't even know this was your number, I just felt compelled to dial it. I haven't talked to you in months. How are you?"
This sort of thing has been happening a lot.
Apparently, though, there is no need to worry, because Dee reassures me that I am evil, which I find oddly comforting.
(1) I have an incredibly upset stomach, to the point where I find it difficult to eat more than a little at a time without feeling violently ill. After a couple of days, this gets old. Valancy suggests I take some medication, but I loathe relying on external cures, especially since I cannot doubt that this is psychosomatic. Moreover, I fear I will become one of those stock characters who always wears a tie and carries around a bottle of pepto bismal like an Irish flask.
(2) I have little to no attention span, which leaves me staring at walls, playing a lot of computer solitaire, and listening to CDs very quickly (ie with my finger on the fast forward button).
(3) I am incredibly irritated by background noise -- the hum of the computer, the clicking of the keys, the rustling of paper, the whirr of the air conditioner. This is why I listen to the music -- to drown it out. I don't enjoy listening to the music either, but at least it's somewhat cohesive.
(4) I seem to have summoned a poltergeist, because things keep flying off of shelves and tables and out of medicine cabinets. So far I have managed to dodge them all, but it's only a matter of time. I should put "superglue" on the grocery list.
(5) I'm sending even more strongly than usual. To illustrate, a scene from yesterday evening:
ROMIE: "Wow, I haven't heard from Joanne in months. Wonder how she's doing."
PHONE RINGS
ROMIE: "Hello?"
JOANNE: "Romie? Wow, I didn't even know this was your number, I just felt compelled to dial it. I haven't talked to you in months. How are you?"
This sort of thing has been happening a lot.
Apparently, though, there is no need to worry, because Dee reassures me that I am evil, which I find oddly comforting.