The kind of day where dream rolled onto wake without an intermitting breath, stirring reality with a wooden spoon.
I awoke with memories of strange and disturbing dreams, hovering around like a hangover. My head hurt. I operated in three different timezones. I read, and finished my book. I felt like a failure of a friend.
I made someone happy, and ruined someone's day.
Posted by sniffles at December 09, 2001 03:35 PM