This one’s a two-parter. This first one goes out to all my cubicle-dwelling brothers and sisters. Cousins. Clansmates. Vague acquaintances. People I don’t know at all and am happier for it. Yeah, I don’t miss office politics:
Someone’s got a case of the Mondays!
And then I got to thinking about serious monsters. I didn’t have nightmares as a kid, not really. But I read a lot. One thing I read, and I think I was 8 or 9 at the time, was an article in Discover magazine about night terrors. The thought of it – of being enraptured in unmoving terror by a visage in the corner of your room – this scared the crap out of me! I lost sleep. That’s right, I didn’t lose sleep because there were monsters I was afraid of in my room, I lost sleep because I was afraid that I would think there were scary monsters in my room.
You know, now that I look back on it, that English major was pretty much inevitable.
The goat-form is a bit of an embellishment, but I mostly remember what I thought a night terror would look like. Sweet dreams!
Oh yeah and if you scroll down to “feet,” or just click here, you’ll see another picture that coincidentally fits the week’s theme, if that interests you any. I got feet up late so mostly nobody saw it, is why I’m bringing it up.