Friday, October 21, 2011

shakespeare is wrong

can't sleep: wired as a Van Halen reunion tour amp.


thinking.


To die, to sleep; To sleepperchance to dream – ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come


I realized laying my head down to sleep that I've never felt disappointment in dreams.  I find that interesting.


If I could be dead, and dream... bring on the undiscovered country!  [rereading this later... no. no.  not NOW].  still, what I worry about is not 'what dreams may come' but just nothing. better to wake to disappointments than nothing, eh.  coffee helps.
but to die and dream.... maybe not so bad.


hope somehow to sleep tonight. (did someone slip me amphetamines?)
hope to get the TGV to The Unidiscovered Country.  Second Class preferred. 

Sunday, October 16, 2011