If Weird Had A Home, It Would Be Today

So I’m half asleep, at 1:45 am, when I’m possessed with the strangest urge. A compulsion, really. I knew deep down that I had to–just HAD to–make a lasagne from scratch. I have no idea where that came from. I haven’t even been able to stomach more than chicken fingers and hawaiian punch for the last three days. And now out of the blue my body wants to make a lasagne?

I tamped down the urge best I could and then fell asleep, only to spend the night dreaming about being on the run from government forces. It was terrifying. At one point I and my co-runnees stole a cab (watching LOST much?!?) and I was driving while the man with me kept shouting “Mayhem! Mayhem! Mayhem!” I’m still not sure if he wanted me to cause Mayhem or was just commenting on the general situation. I was a group of four people, and I mean that literally. At times I was the mother, at other times I was one or the other of two daughters. The only thing that was clear was that we were believed to be somehow contaminated and were therefore breaking the law by being out in society.

Now that I’m awake the feeling is staying with me. I’m having a hard time relaxing and realising that no one is chasing me, even though I still feel like shouting “Mayhem! Mayhem! Mayhem!” just for kicks. I probably will make that lasagne tonight.

Now the point of this entry–other than writing a blog entry, which Ihaven’t done well in awhile–is to tell you the gospel of the latest book I’ve got my Kindle on. Every now and again you’ll come across a novel that feels as though the author said “so, Kath, what do you like to read? Uh-huh. Okay. Got it. I’ll get that written up and sent to you ASAP.” All the themes and structure are just right there together clicking like clockwork. Neal Stephenson’s Anathem is just that book. So far. I just started it and am not that deep into the story but the linguistic aspect just has me so tickled that I find myself giggling (yes, giggling. I know.) with joy. Now since the book was written with ME in mind I can’t necessarily say you would love it, but I encourage you to give it a try.