warrior needs rest. badly.

At this point in time I am turing myself into a category 0.5 storm, weakened by the pushing and pulling and moving ahead on projects and more projects and projects. And the lack of sleep and probably also the increase of allergy particles (pollen or whatever that stuff might be,) has turned me into an odd person even I have never met before. But we still have to spend time together, that weird version of me and I. We actually have to spend all of our time together. This can get a bit exhausting onto itself. And so I took the tired and strange me to run in the park the other day. we barely made it to the park. i wanted to run but that other, the tired and frankly pretty out of shape person... well, he did not quite make it. I bet the runners passing by us must have interpreted the miles ahead of us as the miles we had already passed. and the miles ahead of us are still there. i can barely keep my eyes open. now better actually than when we returned from that run. but we are moving ahead on the projects, soon i will be able to post a link. the excitement will be great. that's all i can say now. some will love it. it is some serious stuff. and my parents are coming to visit this sunday. early this sunday. it will be their first time in this millennium. it will be their first time in brooklyn. i am going to take my parent to brooklyn industries and deck them out in some bizarre clothing so they really stand out. hmm, one of the great advantages of living in park slope is that not very many tourists make it to here. now there will be two tourists living in my street, on my block, in my building, on my floor, in my very apartment. and they will be not just any tourists. they will be the ones that will bring with them the remore control for all the buttons that have not been pushed for a really long time. oh, and because they are coming from europe, they are coming for three weeks. that's right. the last two hours or so were spent in the depths of my abandoned corners of my apartment, vacuuming the spider webs, and the old bills which i had forgotten to push through the shredder. i do not go in some places... my parents will explore everything within these walls. i just know it. my mother will be probably more passive about it. she will see this place as a crime scene. my father will just build a new place. for the last few days i have been looking at park slope with my parents' eyes. i have been listening with my parents' ears. and the quaint neighborhood is suddenly turning into a place where somebody plays symphony of destruction with a chain saw not very far from here, and the neighbors in the building next door seem to be preparing for a very violent hmm... crime? even the otherwise cute squirrels have been visiting to defecate and urinate by my window. all i need now is squirrels throwing up against my window as my parents enter the room. i gave the little buddies water. (do squirrels use drugs? what would my parents think of a squirrel shooting up something leaning against the glass of my backyard window?) birds still sing outside. and i have the greatest and coolest neighbors i have ever had. so things might actually go allright. We are ready. Squirrels or not. (did i just hear a gun shot?) oh, and i got a dyson. it was time. as romantic as it might be to play with and give names to cute little (and big) dust bunnies, it is tornado season, i think, and it is dust bunny hunting season too. so i went out and got that vacuum that never stops to suck. (unless one collects enough dust to go beyond that very low placed mark on the transparent plastic bin, in which case one is required to stop everything one was doing and just press some buttons to let go of that dirt in the bin. (Or near it.) i have never before enjoyed it so much to wash a vacuum cleaner. it is a beautiful and angry piece of household appliance. i sucked out two full buckets of dirt out of that carpet i got on sale a few weeks ago. It was really an amazing experience. i wonder how bad my allergies would be now if i had not that dyson dust terminator, the one whom i am now singlehandedly upgrading to "animal". yes. with a name like "animal" how can one possibly resist. (I am not kidding. I am upgrading my model to "animal" class... ) oh dear, here i got lost again. oh yes. so i am a storm right now. i am category 0.5. it is late. i have tried to clean things a little better. parents are coming. i am going to travel... what else happened? oh, much more happened than i can possibly say. am i spinning? of course i am. warrior needs rest. badly. good night.