A friend forwarded me an email article about a Congolese woman in Belgium who set herself on fire to protest racism. I couldn't imagine what the woman could have gone through that would push her to perform such an act of desperation. But what haunted me even more were the horrifying pictures of her on fire. I wish the email just had the article without the pics....I actually didn't expect to see photos and now they have been seared into my memory for the past week, making it difficult for me to sleep. I dont look forward to night time because I worry about having nightmares. I know I'm very impressionable that's why I dont watch horror movies. Ironically, my first memories of being really affected by a scary movie was when as an 8 year old, I watched a movie called 'Burning'.
Speaking of lack of sleep, I came home late last night or should I say early this morning around 1 a.m. after going to a friend's birthday dinner. I knew I was going to suffer a little the next day at work because I was going to bed late, I had had a few drinks, plus I was already finding it difficult to sleep....but I didnt know just how much I'd suffer, until at around 4 a.m. the fire alarm in my apartment building went off....I jumped out of bed not knowing what was going on, and in a dazed state got my phone, put on a jacket and fixed my hair before running out. There were not that many people out and there was no fire to be seen, so I went back to my apartment. But that was pretty much the end of my sleep. After less than 3 hours of sleep and alcohol in my blood, my day so far has been just a blur. The bus ride was nauseating and everytime I made sudden movements I felt like I was going to hurl....but I'm grateful to have gotten off work early. For the first time this week, I actually can't wait to sleep.
