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Well I finally got a real day off after almost three weeks of working 24 hours on duty, 10 hours off, repeat... and I spent the first fourteen hours of it sleeping of course. Full length feature film dreams, they were all jumbled together, but I do remember that Ghost Dog made a cameo in one. Actually he and I were having a long discussion over the aesthetic difference of using firearms as opposed to one's own hands for work. Also one of my all time nightmares. All I can remember is that it involves me in the bottom of a sewer with organic intestinal piping running overhead, dripping viscous nasty green gloop and colors in my eyes and mean tempered voices from the grates in the walls. It doesn't make me scared so much as just upset. Then I awoke at 5am to a roommate cheerfully getting ready to go on a run. I could have killed the little bastard, but he's generally allright most of the time. Spent all day today drinking. Watched Big Trouble in Little China and worked on some photos from long ago. I need to get an online exhibit together if I can pull together the time to code one up. I don't miss being home, but I do miss the people. Certain ones in particular, and after the bourbon buzz wears down, I just get melancholy. So I put on some blues and some Cure and some Counting Crows and work on pictures. Creative influence to stem the tide of urges to drink cleaning products! Phah! who needs a therapist? Shit! Drink is empty...andI am almost out of Dr. Pepper!