bone in sub

this is the second time this month that in one day i experienced so much – and enough of it was important – that by the end of it felt like i had changed as a person, if just slightly.

between thursday and last night i got about 5 hours of sleep. that’s definitely part of the surreality of the whole thing, being extremely un-slept, but even without that it would have been insane.

i stayed up all night friday mainly because my sister texted me (about the notebook) while i was trying to get to sleep and then i got up talk on aim. saturday was a normal day at work; dress rehearsal was cancelled. i played a concert with the university orchestra that night, i love orchestra so much. i met up with some friends at around 10:30 and we went and did Nuit Blanche. originally we were going to the ‘headlining’ “Zombies in Condoland” but it looked kind of lame and had a 2hour+ lineup. so went to work at like 11:30, took some special effect makeup, and colleen and natalie gave us pretty cool zombie makeup. met up with one more person and went to experience more stuff. it was cool how many stares we got once we were out of the immediate college park area.

someone had the idea to dump a bunch of laundry detergent in one installation in a fountain, so we went and bought some at a dominion. by the time we got back to the exhibit it had been shut down because some drunk people were being disrespectful of it. so we found another fountain and dumped it in. it was ok, but wasn’t the big suds explosion we all expected.

we went down to ocad but it was a zoo. so we immediately turned around and went up to bloor & huron to see the exhibit my sleep timelapse was part of. pretty cool seeing that as a big public projection at 3am. the group was now down to three people, and we were cold & hungry, so we headed towards chinatown.

next i watched a girl die.

a streetcar hit a girl and she got sucked under it. she was trapped under the front wheel area, way under it. cops got there really fast. once the firefighters had showed up and set up a light and taken off the front bumper, if i bent down i could see her hair and a shoe. i couldn’t hear her, but a cop said she was talking to him for a bit, then stopped. i assume that’s about when she died, because she didn’t move for the rest of the 15-minute period between when the cops showed up and when the firefighters raised the streetcar up enough to put her on a stretcher and in an ambulance. the most disturbing part about the whole thing is after they put her bloody, swollen body in the ambulance, the ambulance didn’t leave for another 5 minutes. i can’t decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing i had already been in such a surreal mindset for hours and hours, but i was definitely stunned for the next 3 or 4.

i got to sleep at maybe 8am, woke up 3 hours later and went over to work. i was surprisingly lucid at work – those 3 hours totally saved me. i was still going through big sensory overload all day.

walked back to my bike, went home, and stayed as wake as long as i could before falling asleep for 14 hours. it’s funny to me that at the end of all of that i felt like a slightly different person, but then when i woke up again this morning i felt different AGAIN…because i was still different but in a much different mental state from all the sleep. the david bowie lyric in the title is right on, had no room to spare, had to cram so many things to store everything in there. i like the theory that dreams have to do with long-term memory encoding finalization.

the graphic in this article is really the worst. seriously abc?

i got to hang out with my (american) grandpa today, he’s in town for business. i have a real bedframe and a coffeemaker now! exciting!