10 40 pm pdt   [ nasty ]

This evening has become colored by a nasty headache.

Last night I first dreamt that I was in a terrible car crash. We drove off a cliff or something (I wasn't driving; I was in the passenger seat and the car was full). I remember watching as we sped towards the ground. And I felt the impact. I knew that all the bones in my face had shattered. Yet I was still alive. I was immobile but alive. My body was destroyed. My life would never be the same.

I woke up and went to the bathroom. Then I went back to sleep and dreampt about work. My boss asked me to work on a "special project" and not tell my supervisor (I think it was a surprise for my supervisor). I woke up just before I got to find out what the special project was and I was very disappointed.

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word count: I am currently reading Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. I am on page 272 of 981. I have also read 19 of the 96 pages of endnotes.

100 words: Oh beautiful, precious weekend, how did you slip away again? Why didnšt I finish my freelance work? Why didnšt I clean the apartment? How did so many boxes remain unchecked on the "to do" list? Why do you taunt me with expanses of free time that fleet so quickly I do not notice? When you return next week, with you please stretch before me endlessly so I can feel productive and relaxed? Will you allow me to achieve that gorgeous sense of accomplishment without stress or worry? Might we work together to determine how time is best spent during you?

4 years ago:

Then he went back to sleep and I began packing.

3 years ago:

First dinner out since I've been home was enjoyed last night by my brother, Matthew and I.

2 years ago:

I was just watching some terrifically bad black and white flick about a giant killer tarantula.

1 year ago:

We played one game, Matthew winning under the auspices of not remembering how to play.