As I was falling asleep last night, my brain tried to convince me the that the roof of my mouth was bleeding, but I managed to ignore it and pass out. Strange dreams involving a lot of indeterminate work that needed to be done, and then woken up early by a kid wanting to be read to, and now we’re several cups of coffee past that and I still feel really tired but I’ve got full-on bouncy leg syndrome going, yawning and bouncing at the same time.
There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already. –Robert Anton Wilson
As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James
I’m apparently writing. I ate some food late, and while I was cooking, I was pacing. I was thinking, I was writing. I seem to burning a little brightly right now; that may explain the frustration. I guess. I’m not sure about that, but maybe the burning somehow
It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to
