Solitude lost/I gotta go see a man about a monkey...
23 July, 2003 :: 1:04 p.m.
Last week if a genie had popped out of a box that I was opening at work and told me (s)he would grant me one wish, it would have been for a trained monkey that happened to be infected with a virus that was harmless to monkeys, but deadly to humans. I came up with this theory after finally getting to see 28 Days Later which I thought was great even if it wasn't as BOO-type scary as I thought it would be...not to say it doesn't have a few of those moments, but it was definitely more in the spirit of The Stand where yeah it's creepy because it isn't all that big of a stretch. I won't ruin it for anyone who's been wanting to see it but hasn't had a chance (it was a bitch finding a theater anywhere in this area that was playing it)...I will say that one of my favorite moments comes when the one Army guy is ranting about not getting to see The Simpsons anymore.
But anyway, if I had the wish to make this week, it would be for an army of trained and infected monkeys. If I'd only had one last night, (s)he would have been exhausted within half an hour of my arrival at work. So I need either an army of monkeys or a bunch of Can'O'Plague...something that isn't an airborne virus, that needs to be absorbed through skin or something, that comes in mace-type containers. Either of those would be sweet. Doug and I have spent hours since I decided that I need one of these things just pointing and/or shouting things like, "Virus monkey, attack!"...we've gotten to the point where just sort of nodding our head in a particular direction and saying, "Virus! Virus!" will suffice.
So I started reading other shit and still have somewhere in the 70 page range left of Fast Food Nation...I'm not a vegetarian yet...but I'm cutting back on the amount of meat that I consume--especially beef. It wasn't that the part where he describes the visit to the slaughterhouse was totally shocking, it just gave me a better mental image of the stuff that I knew happened there anyway. Once I'm finished with the last few pages, I can dive into Reefer Madness which is about the black market. Two of the three things it focuses on are drugs and porn, so how could I resist? I'm drawing a big fat blank on what the third thing is...oh yeah, migrant workers and cheap labor...not as exciting, but still interesting I'm sure.
Aside from all of the stuff distracting me from reality, life is not so great. Things are going well for the most part as far as having adapted to the living situation and all that...it's just me in my own damn head. I miss solitude a lot. I'm doing something that I always wanted to try and now I have...now I know that I am definitely someone who prefers and needs solitude. I don't feel like myself...I feel like something is missing and it's a part of me that I don't want to have missing. I don't mind living in the same town or even right next door to people, but behind my own door, I like to have an area that I can close off and label as my own. Part of this is my own fault for owning so much crap and being so unambitious that my room is still in disarray after a month and a half of living there. Bleh...
I gotta go see a man about a monkey...