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Complex Numbers #490805 added February 26, 2007 at 5:28pm
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Disinspired
You know, usually, when I don't have much to say here, I can rely on Bruce to give me guidance. I have all his songs queued up, and when I pick one at random it often says something to me, gives me inspiration... and the key to a blog entry.
Today? Not so much.
I didn't sleep well last night. It happens. Thoughts churn in my head and pressure builds up like someone's attached a bicycle pump to my cerebrum. I got up to do some writing - sometimes a freewriting core dump helps to clear the old RAM. What I wanted to do was play a video game, but I figured then when I finally got to bed at four AM, I'd dream about the video game, and that usually makes things worse. I resisted the temptation.
So instead when I went to bed at four AM, I dreamed about work. Then I had to get up and GO to work, even though my limbic system was convinced I'd already been there all day.
When I retire, will I dream about golf?
I don't even play golf.
My body wants to be awake at night, and all day, all it wants to do is sleep. I keep checking for fangs, but they never seem to appear.
Ah. There's one:
And I'm driving a stolen car
On a pitch black night
And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
That in this darkness I will disappear
-Bruce Springsteen,
Stolen Car |
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