Tossing and Turning

For some reason, I could not get comfortable last night. My pillows were lumpy, my blankets were too heavy, the fan was too loud and my brain would not shut up. Everyone has an edge of sanity, and last night, I was firmly pushed up to that edge to stare into the abyss.

I don't like worrying. I don't enjoy making contingency plans, budgets, or even shopping lists. It all reminds me that I'm a starving artist in college and that my entire future is resting on my ability to exploit my imagination.

Surely I can take the easy way out. I can get a steady job in an office somewhere, put on the docile and submissive face, and keep my griping mouth shut. After all, my inability to sit still is the only reason I ever leave a job.

Boredom sets in and I find myself staging epic Kurosawa-style samurai battles in whatever building I happen to be working in. A wall explodes, mounted cavalry pour through the opening, and my coworkers, like helpless peasants, are cut down like so much dead grass. My boss is brought to task by the samurai like any abusive fuedal lord, and like the great Toshiro Mifune, I possess the ability to save his wretched soul, or stand aside and the tide of justice wash away the perversions of honor that have gripped these lands.

I made the mistake of telling my roommates about a commission I had made on a side project. Since I pay my rent in two chunks, one of them always falls after rent is due. Why rent is due on the fifteenth and not on the first is beyond me, but suffice it to say, my roommates leapt on the prospect of money as soon as my stupid mouth had mentioned I would have some.

The very idea of spending this commission on rent is appalling. It's bad enough that I'll be spending it on mundane things like fixing my truck, paying off old bills, and buying myself shoes, but to think that I need to spend any of it as if it were a "regular" paycheck is a slap in the face. I know it's just a matter of time before I'm completely caught up and all my side projects are nothing but profit, but the hungry look in my roommate's eyes was unsettling enough to wake up The Accountant.

The Accountant is the part of my personality that is always fighting with The Muse. Most of the time we can put The Accountant in a sleeper-hold and choke him back to sleep, but last night, his teeth, filed sharp as daggers, chewed through the arms of my Muse and spat fat meaty chunks of arm in my face.

Now I have to summon the Kraken and Cthulu to take care of the accountant, and that's going to take all day. Moreover, it doesn't help that Cthulu and The Accountant are related by marriage. This means I have to find a way to get Cthulu's wife, who is The Accountant's sister, off Cthulu's back for helping me out. Maybe some dead frogs or fish... I dunno. It's such a headache. I just wanted to get some sleep.