With nods to Caffineguy.

Sometimes I have nice dreams.

Unfortunately, it's rare because of my insomnia - and when I'm awake, I feel like I'm sleepwalking. But I daydream a lot.

And sometimes, my daydreams are just as real and just as nice when I'm up as when I sleep. I spend a lot of time in my head, you see.

No. 4 once told me that when she and I lived in the same neighborhood, she used to walk to my building, sit on my stoop, and whisper, Come out, come out...let's have some fun.

The times I did randomly come out, she thought she had magic.

In my head, she doesn't hate me, and I don't hate myself, for how I treated her.

In my head, No. 7 still reads me and thinks of me every day.

And, in my head, No 6 is wrong and my insides do match my outsides.

But you can never change what another person does or thinks. Only yourself. I know that.

Still, being ambulatory for 18 hours a day means that I spend a lot of time there. In my head, I mean.

I know, I know - what if I get stuck there? I suppose large polite men in clean white coats will take me away. Funny, sometimes I think I'm just one more sleepless night away from that. I've been up for...I don't know how long now...

Hey, you'd visit me, yeah? Shake your head with that, "Oh, so sad, he had so much promise," look on your face before you shuffle off?

But sometimes I wonder, which way is worse.

Because, you see, in my head, I'm quite happy.

Michel Gondry said, I dream a lot, but I'm not a very good sleeper.

I love that. The knowing that it's not just me.

Come out, come out...let's have some fun...

This is a mixture of two recent conversations I had:


It was a beautiful day. I made some scratch, took a weird gig, got hit on a few times, had some rum - the usual spring twirl.

I'm disappointed but still hopeful.

Because you can never tell what time and tide brings.

Music: I will be your storm at seas And I'll be your sharp intake
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There's a new book called Send which basically says, think twice before you do anything online as once it's up, it's there forever. This is turning out to be very disturbingly true:

I did work for a short film, Cycle, years ago. Apparently it's being shown someplace because I got a email from a girl asking me if I was the same Logan Lo.

Someone else said that she read about me from a random article in a local paper.

Weirdest is this: the original post from May 1st is in an online archive! I couldn't sleep that night so I made an audio entry but deleted the file and changed the entry because I wasn't sure if she was going to be in the picture or not.

Turns out I was right; fifteen days later, we're total strangers.

I just Googled my name and this blog showed up.

I'm getting a sinking feeling that if I ever look for a job (or a chick), I'm screwed.

I should re-think this blog, maybe...

12:06:43 AM
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