Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The combined effects of migraine & novel reading on my dreams proved to be quite something, extremely vivid, some unpleasant, some not, a lot of overscripted irrelevancies.

More generally, the effects of any substantial amount of serious reading on my perception of time & my ability to sleep are extreme enough these days to explain why I don't get much reading done. Everything condenses to a vibrating blip, think about things I'd rather not, adrenaline starts pouring forth, etc., etc.

Back at work now, unrested, foggy, eyes atwitch, playing catch up.

Foggy morning, foggy notion, wishing we were by the ocean.

2 comments:

No Stand In Will Do said...

me too, hon, let's go.

dbr said...

by the sea, by the sea