the purple chai | ||
now :: then :: me :: them | ||
a fifty-something under-tall half-deaf school librarian in the jersey suburbs with two grown kids and time on her hands Libraries will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no libraries.
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Happy (yawn ... stretch) Friday 1105 |
05.05.2006 |
7:24 pm |
I went to bed at a relatively reasonable 10:30 last night, stumbled in a semi-awake trance into the family room at 1:30 and ate a box of crackers, and then could not get back to sleep, so I went and noodled around with Maxx for awhile and finally fell asleep around 4:00. I dreamed about neatly coiled and elegant looking white cables, with soft gray markings on their business ends that explained what they are. Really. Whenever I get seriously into something new, I dream about for a few days. When I first learned Windows, each of my dreams had a finite end, marked by clicking on an X in the upper right hand corner and seeing the window containing the dream disappear. When I would be typing lots of papers in college, my dreams would be like dialog, spelled out by fingers moving from letter to letter across a keyboard. So if you ever wondered why I thought therapy was a good idea, you can stop now. |
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