woo hoo! I have a couple days off of that amazingly horrible suck schedule. I am going to eat Snicker's Ice Cream...and and..and watch Donnie Darko and Love and Human Remains until my eyes fall out. And I am gonna SLEEP! It's so wierd. After being here for five months I CANNOT sleep more than 4 hours at a time. I wake up automatically. And the dreams are so intense. I have them doxing waking sometimes when I am just sitting there. Sheesh. A close person sent me an email daring me to run around in the jungles naked and take pictures. Well, it certainly would be a way to kill time.
"my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say 'I'm going to sleep.' And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which I imagined, was still in my hands. ..I had been thinking all the time while I was asleep, of what I had been reading, until I actually became the subject of my book...it did not disturb my mind but it lay like scales upon my eyes and prevented them from registering the fact that the candel was no longer burning."
Proust- "Swann's Way"
"my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say 'I'm going to sleep.' And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which I imagined, was still in my hands. ..I had been thinking all the time while I was asleep, of what I had been reading, until I actually became the subject of my book...it did not disturb my mind but it lay like scales upon my eyes and prevented them from registering the fact that the candel was no longer burning."
Proust- "Swann's Way"
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Echo, tell you what, if I make it Seattle we'll organize a road trip to New Orleans. I can probably get cheap hotel rooms...or hell we can just crash with friends. I lived there a while back and still no some phreakies there. :-)
more wierd dreams...sleeping in the afternoon is so fun:
another traveling dream today. waiting at a trainstop, drunk or coming down...not sure which and talking to an old blind bluesman about Robert Johnson and the ghosts that live on the moon...they come down on the moonlight....
anyhow.