Dear You,
I've been trying to read four drafts since midday. It was pretty bad, it practically knocked me dead, I was unconscious for hours. I have no idea what time it happened but I opened my eyes and it was 14:00 and I remember staring at my cell and I just couldn't believe it. It's sad that the only way I can get some decent sleep is after a seizure.
Back to the drafts, I managed to read three of them and hopefully, by tomorrow, I'll have read the fourth one too. They're for my children's lit class and we're supposed to talk about them tomorrow. I'm not sure I'll be in a very talkative mood though. I'll probably end up saying something nasty or inappropriate to someone I really like or maybe I'll start crying or laughing for absolutely no reason, it's hard to tell, everything is different after a seizure but one thing remains: for a couple of days I'm pretty unstable. I dread the moment Asgeir will open his mouth to critique my work. He's usually the one who is tougher on us but this time I won't have any self-control and things can get pretty ugly when I'm in such a state. I remember telling Immortality some pretty nasty stuff after seizures. I basically told her she's a pretentious moron, that her boyfriend of four (!) years has the IQ of the fish he studies (he's a fisherman, or something like that, I'm not sure, I don't tend to learn things about stupid people) and that she shouldn't bitch about not being taken seriously given the fact that everything she does kind of nudges people towards that direction. I also told my sister that she's a pathetic pushover, I called my dad an ignorant chauvinist and I told mama she should quit telling me I'm promiscuous since she got knocked up with me after knowing my dad for six months. You haven't seen me after a seizure yet and I wish you never had to. It's not pretty. But anyway, you get the picture.
The stories were pretty good. Isabel made great progress with hers, it's much improved, both in terms of plot and language. Asgeir's story is very close to my heart (a girl who doesn't sleep - who knew!) but it sort of bored me; I don't know, maybe I was too tired, I can't tell. James writes about the sea and his story was so funny, I loved it! Kate's story has great potential, it could turn into a great book but it was rather more adult and serious that I would have liked. I can't compare any of these stories to mine, they're radically different so I'll just wait for the comments tomorrow.
I spent the entire day in silence. I didn't talk to anyone, I didn't listen to anything, other than my laptop's humming. It was so quiet, at one point I could hear my diet coke's bubbles bursting through the surface of the drink. I think it was good because that headache is barely tolerable without the voices. We'll see how I'll cope tomorrow. I just don't want to be mean to people but it's not like I have any control over it. Maybe I should talk to them. Isa and Sharon were really worried because I told them what happened. They texted me but I didn't feel like texting much. People probably think I'm sick. I can't believe I broke the bed though. I really need to get it fixed. It makes for such a lame story and one I really don't want to tell. Lina is coming on the 27th and the bed must be okay by then.
I think I'll stop writing here. Maybe I should have called you and told you what happened but even the quiet was loud today. Nevertheless, I really missed you, talk or no talk.
Burn after reading,
Evey
I've been trying to read four drafts since midday. It was pretty bad, it practically knocked me dead, I was unconscious for hours. I have no idea what time it happened but I opened my eyes and it was 14:00 and I remember staring at my cell and I just couldn't believe it. It's sad that the only way I can get some decent sleep is after a seizure.
Back to the drafts, I managed to read three of them and hopefully, by tomorrow, I'll have read the fourth one too. They're for my children's lit class and we're supposed to talk about them tomorrow. I'm not sure I'll be in a very talkative mood though. I'll probably end up saying something nasty or inappropriate to someone I really like or maybe I'll start crying or laughing for absolutely no reason, it's hard to tell, everything is different after a seizure but one thing remains: for a couple of days I'm pretty unstable. I dread the moment Asgeir will open his mouth to critique my work. He's usually the one who is tougher on us but this time I won't have any self-control and things can get pretty ugly when I'm in such a state. I remember telling Immortality some pretty nasty stuff after seizures. I basically told her she's a pretentious moron, that her boyfriend of four (!) years has the IQ of the fish he studies (he's a fisherman, or something like that, I'm not sure, I don't tend to learn things about stupid people) and that she shouldn't bitch about not being taken seriously given the fact that everything she does kind of nudges people towards that direction. I also told my sister that she's a pathetic pushover, I called my dad an ignorant chauvinist and I told mama she should quit telling me I'm promiscuous since she got knocked up with me after knowing my dad for six months. You haven't seen me after a seizure yet and I wish you never had to. It's not pretty. But anyway, you get the picture.
The stories were pretty good. Isabel made great progress with hers, it's much improved, both in terms of plot and language. Asgeir's story is very close to my heart (a girl who doesn't sleep - who knew!) but it sort of bored me; I don't know, maybe I was too tired, I can't tell. James writes about the sea and his story was so funny, I loved it! Kate's story has great potential, it could turn into a great book but it was rather more adult and serious that I would have liked. I can't compare any of these stories to mine, they're radically different so I'll just wait for the comments tomorrow.
I spent the entire day in silence. I didn't talk to anyone, I didn't listen to anything, other than my laptop's humming. It was so quiet, at one point I could hear my diet coke's bubbles bursting through the surface of the drink. I think it was good because that headache is barely tolerable without the voices. We'll see how I'll cope tomorrow. I just don't want to be mean to people but it's not like I have any control over it. Maybe I should talk to them. Isa and Sharon were really worried because I told them what happened. They texted me but I didn't feel like texting much. People probably think I'm sick. I can't believe I broke the bed though. I really need to get it fixed. It makes for such a lame story and one I really don't want to tell. Lina is coming on the 27th and the bed must be okay by then.
I think I'll stop writing here. Maybe I should have called you and told you what happened but even the quiet was loud today. Nevertheless, I really missed you, talk or no talk.
Burn after reading,
Evey
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