Daily Archives: September 16, 2002

So, I'm thinking.

Yeah, I know–stop that.

But seriously. The laptop stays at home. Everything work related–out of sight, out of mind. No phone while walking the park. Not going to carry anything else around. No internet for these ten days.


I haven’t slept well for what seems like a long time now. I’m so damn tired. I don’t remember having any dreams at all–except for this past saturday. I decided to stay home and rest. I had a dream about vertigo and woke up surprisingly well rested. I’d slept around ten hours, which is different from what I normally require. I usually get up after six and a half. But I dreamed.

No matter where I was walking–on the sidewalk, standing on an escalator–it always felt like I was on the verge of falling. Even if there were handrails, they never seemed enough. If I didn’t focus on trying to keep my balance, I’d fall over. I didn’t see where I’d fall to, but I didn’t want to find out. Eventually, I fell over and woke up.

Now, if a dream like this makes me feel well rested. . .