Thursday, September 01, 2005

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

And in that sleep of death what dreams may come? I'll tell you: something dealing with taking a forklift instead of an elevator, a dose of lizard poo in the process, meeting an old friend with a billiards stick which is perhaps reminiscent of the final image of a rather arrogant former lecturer of mine who epitomized the phrase, "stick up his butt", which up to now I've heard but once, on the West Wing, which I wouldn't mind watching just about now considering it's 6 something in the morning and I can't get back to sleep. Somehow breakfast might not have been the best idea considering that it included tau chui that was rather like a monument to the triumph of sugar on the battle field.


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