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I hate these sleepless nights where I toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. I think it's better to have someone with me, because then I feel bad about moving around too much, so laying there forcing myself to think still thoughts seems to help me fall asleep.
Recently, I've found out that, what I though was a dream of a memory, or maybe a memory of a dream, may have, in fact, been true when I thought it only a falsehood conjured up by my imagination. I won't say what it was about, but the more I find out about people now, and what has happened in the past, the more I realize that maybe it wasn't just me, and the hazy recollection of a memory may indeed have been more fact than fiction.
I finished off American Gods by Neil Gaiman today. Wow. I need to pick up more books by him. I read Anansi Boys a couple of weeks ago, which is kind of the sequel to American Gods, but only so far as the fact that one character appears in both books, and that's it.
What else is there to talk about? I dunno. Time for vodka and lemonade, and then, hopefully, blissful sleep.
Recently, I've found out that, what I though was a dream of a memory, or maybe a memory of a dream, may have, in fact, been true when I thought it only a falsehood conjured up by my imagination. I won't say what it was about, but the more I find out about people now, and what has happened in the past, the more I realize that maybe it wasn't just me, and the hazy recollection of a memory may indeed have been more fact than fiction.
I finished off American Gods by Neil Gaiman today. Wow. I need to pick up more books by him. I read Anansi Boys a couple of weeks ago, which is kind of the sequel to American Gods, but only so far as the fact that one character appears in both books, and that's it.
What else is there to talk about? I dunno. Time for vodka and lemonade, and then, hopefully, blissful sleep.