Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

Always Dreaming


But I don't want to go among mad people, Alice remarked.
Oh, you can't help that, said the Cat, we're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad.
How do you know I'm mad? said Alice.
You must be, said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here.

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...

Music: one more, you're nuts
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Friday, June 22nd, 2007

Joni Mitchell never lies

I'm somewhere. Not elsewhere, I'm afraid. Just away. Here.

You know you've been traveling too much when you pull into a driveway and realize, Oh man, I've stayed here before.

I don't even remember coming to Rochester before.

You don't know it, but I'm sitting in my hotel room laughing to myself.

I spent a week here in this same hotel nine months ago. It was a strange time then. It's strange again.

Sleep. Must sleep.

I'm coming back home tonight, I think. Losing track of time.

On a different note entirely, before I left, I found a shirt an ex left at my place.

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got til it's







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Friday, May 11th, 2007

I need to sleep

2:54:43 AM


Hello! I am 34 and trying to find my way through the world; if you've already made it, won't draw me a map? I'm here and I'm trying to get there.

When I sober up tomorrow, I'm sure that'll all make perfect sense.

Until then, I have my red, red rum to help me forget all the other colours.

I have no idea who this girl is. Of course.

Then again, if I had a better story, would I be writing this to you?

3:34:37 AM
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