Sleeping atrociously lightly in a hotel bed beside my brother, resorting to headphones pumping Selected Ambient Works, Vol. II at me and still no deep slumber, I can barely remember my dreams now, but once again they were anxiety dreams about fatherhood ( Read more... )

Like all dreams, the beginning's a lot fuzzier than the end ( Read more... )

This one was one of those very emotional ones that leaves a mark on you, whether or not it makes sense ( Read more... )

Olivia and I are laying in bed. She says she can't get rid of the taste of milk from her mouth for some reason, and she quips that maybe that's a sign that she's pregnant. As we lie there talking she becomes more and more certain that in fact she is. Finally I have to ask her if she's really serious and she says yes. I actually become quite ( Read more... )