Unpacking trumps sleep
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insomniaLast night my brain insisted on making me move boxes of books onto the bookshelf -- not unboxing them, just putting them on the bookshelf -- before I was able to go to sleep. Go figure.
(After that was done, it took me ages to actually get to sleep because the tape on the boxes was starting to come undone, and it sounded very creepy in the absence of any other noise.)
(After that was done, it took me ages to actually get to sleep because the tape on the boxes was starting to come undone, and it sounded very creepy in the absence of any other noise.)
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Date: 2009-04-04 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-12 03:06 am (UTC)Last night I dreamt I was making out with David Bowie, which began AWESOME. But then David had to give a concert and got horribly nervy. "David, DAVID," I kept saying, "you've been a great performer for decades! Don't you have any rituals that can chill you out? Yoga? Cigarettes? ....Sex?" but he just looked forlornly at me and continued to kvetch.
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Date: 2009-04-12 06:52 pm (UTC)