The irony is that I'm experiencing the sort of insomnia, if you can call it that, that Kim has always complained of, while she seems to be sleeping more soundly than ever before. It's like we've swapped souls or something. She is unusually calm and grounded these days. I, on the other hand, have slipped my tether and am only managing to stay near it by exerting all my mental energy in a desperate downward push, like that school of fish at the end of Finding Nemo, who are only able to escape the trawler's net by responding in unison to little Nemo's injunction to, "Swim down!" At times I feel like I'm making progress. At times I feel like I'm about to become a fish out of water.
I know, there I go again about fish. But our beta is still floating in a lively death posture and the tank is clouding over with that material that Gregers Werle is intent on removing, even if he deprives his environment of the ecological balance that sustains life in the process. Should I start putting up posters offering a reward for my missing flink hund? Would I be better served realizing that I'm happier playing the role of Hjalmar Ekdal? Do I still have that hammer that Lillian Peña willed me in our final senior-year Spectrum?
