I don’t think Buddish is a language.
I didn’t sleep again last night. It happens to me less these days, and it tends to take more and more extenuating circumstances to occur, but it does still happen. At least I’m still able to more or less function as normal after a nuit blanche, but I’m not sure if that’s a testament to my lack of need for sleep, or my generally low level of energy and competence in normal circumstances.
Anyways, here’s what happened: Yesterday afternoon I went to a kind of little party on a boat. It was one of those small yacht kind of deals, I think about 40″ long, with a motor and a toilet and a fridge, so kind of like a small and cramped floating living room. It was fun tooling around on the sound, and the company was good, but I got a little bit seasick and so wasn’t able to enjoy any of the food on the trip. As a result of this, on the way home (around 10pm), I stopped at a Jack in the Box and got a burger meal thing. Through some miscommunication, I ended up with a very large cup of diet coke with my order, and through stupidity, I drank it all, around 10:30pm.
I didn’t even start feeling tired until about 4:30am. When I did finally lay down, my bed began to gently rock as soon as I closed my eyes, and I started feeling a little bit queasy again. This might have been attributed to lingering seasickness, or it might have had more to do with the 99 cent “Monster Taco” that I added to my Jack in the Box order. In any case, I gave up around 5am and got back up. I left my house around 7:45 to head to work.
I saw a lot of things this morning that I don’t usually see during my regular commute, around 9 or 10am. I stopped into the local Denny’s for some country-fried steak (a manly and super-American breakfast), only to be seated at a table next to a group of 15 Buddhist monks, ranging in age from about 60 to 10 or so. They seemed very excited to be eating at Denny’s, taking lots of group pictures and discussing the menu quite animatedly in, I guess, Buddhish. I didn’t notice what all they ordered, as I didn’t want to stare (at least not any more than I already was).
I saw aggressive asshole drives on the roads, in much larger concentration than usual. After I left the Denny’s, I rounded the corner on a road I don’t take very often, only to find the lane I was in was closed for construction about 5 feet in front of me. There was a gap to my left, so I turned on my blinker and started to move over, but a fire engine yellow Nissan Xterra felt the need to zoom up and close the gap before I was able to get all the way in. I almost hit the traffic cones delimiting the construction zone. This is the kind of thing I expected driving in Boston (there, I wouldn’t have used my blinker), but it’s usually pretty rare in the Seattle area. I think I’ll be avoiding the rush hour commute from now on.
I live very close to a Hindu temple. I was not expecting this when I moved to Tennessee.
Also, there is a pyramid in Memphis. I was not expecting that either.