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Dreams offered me no peace last night. They were so absurd and abstract that words escape me in my attempt to retell them. Whatever they were made of was powerful enough to make sure I didn't move all that much last night. For all my lack of motion though I still feel drained. This weekend is going to expend whatever energy reserves I may have, physically and mentally. I try to go to bed before mid night but the witching hours seem to bring more things to think about than fantasies to dream about. Work is filling up slowly with a calm energy, like the calm energy in a bomb. The shoes I have are painfully nice looking. I understand how people can say they wear them because they look nice. Eventually these will be comfortable enough to wear without worrying about blisters. Of course that can be used as a metaphor for my place of employment as well.