I am always dillusional in the morning. This morning I thought I was picking out books to publish, and also talking to some weirdo that wanted to buy the duplex I'm in, because he wanted to fix it up, because he thought it was a firehazard. I don't know where I get this stuff. But it just makes me unable to wake up in the morning. I should have been at work an hour ago! Oh well... any thoughts?
