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Today it rains. It rains a lot and I sleep until one-thirty, stranded in a bed of dreams that's incredibly enticing while I'm there, but vanishes without a trace in those crucial waking minutes. You know, the early moments where dream and reality blurs and you're not so sure whether you're actually waking up or if this bed thing is just a pitiful extension of the crazy adventure you were just having.

And then you see the clock and the papers on the desk and the blinding sun and you realize that you're awake and oh fuck, it's one-thirty. And you wonder why you wasted so much goddamn time in bed, and that's when everything comes rushing back - a broken dam of false memories washing over your mind, hinting at the beautiful things that you saw while you were asleep. Everything around you seems less good for an instant, and somewhere in the midst of that flashpoint of dispair, the dreams leave you behind. And you're here in the world with essays and research and the front end of a Canadian March, when all you really want is to go back to wherever you came from. To go back to sleep.

But when the initial disappointment fades, usually in front of the bathroom mirror as I brush my teeth, the world looks a whole lot more promising. The dreams come and go but my toothbrush will always be here, and the sink too. I look the same as I did the day before, although it sorta appears that I'm trying to grow a molestor mustache. Out in the kitchen, Chad and Jen will be making a post-lunch breakfast. Good Times Gord will be watching TV, right on schedule. And there's something to be said for this kind of day-to-day sensibility. Being awake isn't so tough.

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Okay, enough of this. What the fuck am I even saying? New blogs added to the Others page today: Amy and Dan are on the list!

Posted by Chris at 05:44 PM >> Commentations (5)