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Then I ate dinner.
Oct. 19th, 2005 08:13 pmErm.
I worked a tiny bit on a story. I read some Don Delillo. I had an okay day at work. I like the weather this way. I got home and sat on the couch and watched the simpsons to unwind a little. I got up. My vision shrunk, and disappeared. I stopped existing. I pulled myself back into existence, swimming through t.v. sounds that were fractured stretched and distorted. I was sitting on the couch again. My hand hurt like I'd banged it against something, but I couldn't remember doing so. Andrew was looking at me in a worried fashion. I asked him what had just happened.
I had passed out, for no apparent reason. It's probably nothing to worry about, and just the result of a sudden drop in blood pressure as I stood up, but I've never passed out before, so it did worry me some.
I worked a tiny bit on a story. I read some Don Delillo. I had an okay day at work. I like the weather this way. I got home and sat on the couch and watched the simpsons to unwind a little. I got up. My vision shrunk, and disappeared. I stopped existing. I pulled myself back into existence, swimming through t.v. sounds that were fractured stretched and distorted. I was sitting on the couch again. My hand hurt like I'd banged it against something, but I couldn't remember doing so. Andrew was looking at me in a worried fashion. I asked him what had just happened.
I had passed out, for no apparent reason. It's probably nothing to worry about, and just the result of a sudden drop in blood pressure as I stood up, but I've never passed out before, so it did worry me some.
