So far, winter 2007/08: 1, Matt Brown: 0. I had what can only be described as a spectacular mental car crash last night. Lasted about six hours. Six long, paralytic hours in the prison of my mind. Six hours where at one point, I looked at the clock and said "hmmm, 8:30," and then a year and a half of my life later, I looked at the clock again and said "hmmmm, 8:41." Six lucid nightmare hours in the fading fiery non-light of the Eye. I'm better now. I've been in the postictal fog all day with a minor but unshakeable headache, and an overall feeling of strange distance from the realms of the tangible. I'm trying to take it easy and focus on simple tasks but there is gonna be one hell of a big Teen Girl Squad party tonight which might make quietude difficult: we are reportedly about to lose one of the Squad (So-and-So) to Alberta, and if Cheerleader and Whatserface have their way, 3QF will be a pile of rubble and ash by dawn. I'm actually not even that fussed one way or t'other.

Today I bought a new pipe (with a frog on it!) and a graphic novel and a Spider-Woman action figure, by way of coping. I would like very much to watch The Lord of the Rings now, but that's a commitment and with the continued buzzing in my head, probably untenable. At the very least, I should turn on as many lights as possible, order a pizza, and clean my room with the windows open while drinking plenty of water. Never underestimate the importance of solid hydration.