Crazy Busy

There was one day, back when I was 21, where I managed to drink vodka, smoke pot, and drop acid, all for the first time. All on the same day. In one fell swoop, I made up for 21 years of reticent moderation.

I can recall another day, about 7 years ago, where I gave a speech to a group of librarians, made an appearance on Morningside, and ran the laptop for a presentation to the Catherine Callbeck cabinet. Not quite like dropping acid, but close.

Activity levels in my life work in a quantum leapy kind of way (side note: I had to phone my wise friend Oliver, who has a PhD in biophysics to verify that my use of “quantum leap” in this manner was proper; Oliver did not, however, authorize the use of the phrase “quantum leapy”). I’ll be going along, ambly pambly, idling my time. And then, blamo, a jump to another energy level hits and I wake up in another busyspace.

Last night I worked on a perplexing PDF-wrangling puzzle until 2:00 a.m. At 8:30 a.m. I was awoken by the plaintive cries of wee Oliver, sad that Catherine had left the house, leaving him with our world class babysitter. By 10:00 a.m. I was at the computer eating peach yoghurt, checking my email. At 11:00 a.m. I was at the Queen’s Printer helping to test a big print job. At Noon I was on Prince St. crawling through the basement of a hundred year old house looking at the quality of the foundation. At 12:30 p.m. I was back in my office taping an interview with Dan Viau for ATV “Live at 5” on music piracy. At 1:15 I was out at Ravenwood for a short L.M. Montgomery Land Trust meeting. At 2:00 p.m. I was back downtown for the meeting of the Weblog and Related Technologies Association of Prince Edward Island, I’m back in front of the machine doing some actual work now; in 45 minutes, one of my colleagues from Yankee Publishing, vacationing on the Island, is coming for dinner. Then, of course, there’s the Amazing Race.

I’m not sure my mind can sustain this level of activity: too many synapses firing.

Postscript: No, I’m not an acid head. I was young and wild and free. I’m living a natural high now. Also, crazy business has continued for another hour and a half. Several IM chats happening at the same time; cell phone ringing; email flowing. Dams have burst somewhere.


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Will on June 27, 2003 - 05:00 Permalink

I’ve done enough mind altering drugs that my mind should be expanded enough to grasp the concept of Peter doing acid…

Nope, guess I never went that far before I quit them all.