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Saturday, February 9, 2013

313 deadtime

not even close - but at least i might get a  decent nap before morning .
i stripped off my flthy clothes , pulled back the musty  sheets , and  fell inti bed , i said  a silent prayer for sl;eep . my prayer was not addressed to any particular god - which ever onje was on call that night for inconsequential requests , like mine , was fine .
in the transitional minutes before my mind yielded to my exhaustiin and headed twardREM  , i did two failiar things . the first  was to try to clear my thoughts about what i had just learned . recent experience with insomnia had taught me that cogitating on the day's conundrums usually served only tp postpone or prohibit my rest .
it was on nights that i was unsuceessful in warding off the temptation of smoldering rumination that i had fallen into the unfortunated habit of trying to douse the incipient flames with volka .
as a strategy , that had proved to be about s prudent as it sounds .
the other familiar ting i did after my head hit the lumpy , bee gees-era polyeaster pillow was to allow  my conscious mind to wander  across open items on my life agenda . the scan was  a closig the day's books exercise for me .
i will be picking up jana in three days ....lauren and grace will be coming home from holland in fur .maybe i can find a flight from the burbabk airport ino denver the nextday and avoid the drive back to LAX  . no ....won't work . all my shit is still at merideth's condo . i wonder if hector will let me in .
it will be good to see the dogs.
i need o call sam , cach him up , see if learns anythng from the good hands guy . and merideth and wallace . oh yes ,
the dream started in the middle of a blind narrative , as my drems tend to do . the part where i picked up the threaqd felt like a near  suburb of relitt . the line  of demarcation was invisible to me .

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