Nothing to write about, unfortunately. Whatever dreams I had were very abstract and emotional. Maybe tomorrow.
So far I think I've attributed the bizarre dreams I've been having too: 1)My daughter's on-and-off sleep schedule, which has only been exacerbated by her recent sickness, and 2) reading Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves, which any day of the week is a strange and disturbing read. I simultaneously recommend it and warn against it. Mostly the former, I think.
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
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