2011-01-06 07:05
digitaldiscipline
... of almost guaranteeing weird, semi-lucid dreaming.
One or two slices of cheese in an evening.
Night before last was fifty-odd vignettes, like a bunch of movie trailers, some of them of a recurring type where I'm writing/revising the scene being played out, and can actually see the pages of the book translucently overlaid on the action.
Last night, there was a guest blogging appearance by
matociquala, who was using slices of pizza as a metaphor for completing related but compartmentalized life tasks, or something. It looked like really good pizza, and she was eating it New York style - fold it in half length-wise to keep the toppings from falling off, because the thin crust was not very structurally sound.
One or two slices of cheese in an evening.
Night before last was fifty-odd vignettes, like a bunch of movie trailers, some of them of a recurring type where I'm writing/revising the scene being played out, and can actually see the pages of the book translucently overlaid on the action.
Last night, there was a guest blogging appearance by
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I think your cheese is laced with LSD. Whatever you're taking, tell me the grocery where you bought it.
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however, there is some serious GI evil going on today; not sure if it's revenge of the cayenne pepper, annoyance at my nomlette for breakfast, or not cleaning out my cocoa mug well enough.
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