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Breakfast Surreal

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Feb. 17th, 2003 | 07:48 am
mood: worriedworried
music: the chattering of cow orkers

Stayed up all night Wednesday working on reports for the board meeting.
Thursday: reports still not done, worked all day but did not finish in time. Worst possible outcome (so far).
Slept all day Friday.
Friday night:
Burlesque for Peace. More on this later.
After-party at the Palace. I stayed up until the last guest departed at 10:00 am or so.
Slept all day Saturday.
Woke up for a few minutes around 1:30 am Sunday.
Continued sleeping until 2:30 pm Sunday.
I finally woke up when I ran out of dreams.

Literally. There just wasn't anything else to dream, so I had to get up or else be asleep AND bored, which sounds like a nightmare to me. I'm often aware of the "stage director" brain function that provides some kind of dream narrative or continuity, and somehow that awareness neither disturbs suspension of disbelief nor makes my dreams necessarily lucid.

Stayed up all night Sunday (last night), but not by choice. I'm not ready to write about that just yet.

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from: ex_ampere443
date: Feb. 17th, 2003 03:50 pm (UTC)
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I had a fabulous time talking to you on Friday/Saturday morning (I didn't get home until 12!), by the way...it was awesome. I so want to crawl into the little door.

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from: triple_entendre
date: Feb. 18th, 2003 11:16 pm (UTC)
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Thanks! I enjoyed talking with you as well. Your attention span seems to have some similarities to mine, so even if we would both forget what we were talking about, we could still keep lots of conversational threads going. :) Hey, I used the subjunctive tense in that sentence! It's my favorite. Would that it were more often used. :) :)

For those of you playing along at home, the third floor of my house has a Malcovitchian door that leads into a teensy closet. I've never crawled in to see where it ends up....

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