It's the end of my last day. The fact that I'm officially out of important things I wanted to do makes it a little bit better that I have to leave tomorrow. (It's going to be the longest day ever... 12 hours in airports and on planes, then I need to stay up until it's a reasonable time to sleep, Chicago-wise. Now that I'm finally adjusted to ( Read more... )

This is already slipping from my mind at an alarming rate, but the dream went something like this ( Read more... )

The details are hazy now, but in my dream last night, the Titanic was a very weighty and important metaphor. Each time I "woke up" it was later in the day (10:37, 11:43, 12:13), and each time I fell asleep again the situation was different, but someone always ended up bringing up something about the Titanic, or something titanic, and it was with ( Read more... )

Right. You know those incredibly stupid days that are always at the start of young adult novels, where the protagonist has something important planned and it's about 7:45 in the morning and they're having this odd dream where they're a werewolf in a school full of other urban legend creatures and the janitor, who they thought was their friend, has ( Read more... )

The last couple of days have been great for city-dwelling tourism. Why? Well, the weather's been fantastic (though hot). And, well, they destroyed part of North Michigan Avenue:


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I've been having trouble lately putting together what's up with my dreams. Usually it's just so cracked-out and insane I don't have to question it, or it's cracked-out and insane but relevant in a way that makes sense. Lately I've been having dreams that are really, really vividly real and scary/stressful in very strangely banal ways. For ( Read more... )