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So I've started to indulge my Snooze button like one consents to a silly game. This morning, when the alarm when off, I wandered around my room a bit, realized "Yeah, I'm awake, alright." Then just for a little kick, hit the snooze, and went back to bed. What I really should have done was sit down immediately at the laptop, and void out the bowels of my mind, by journaling a little, and the go and eat a little breakfest. Instead, I put myself back a half hour on my day, and forgot most of my dream.



I think last night I was really obsessed with surveillance, I remember dreaming about all these gadgets, cameras, etc. I think I can remember being one of those "spy shops" and the owner showing me this giant red dalek.

Heh, I certainly know that before hitting my snooze button, I could remember this stuff better, but that's okay. Pulling one or two little bits from my subconscious is better than pulling nothing up, at all



And now, I have to run to Water St. really really, so I can hopefully find a copy of Don Quixote. Derek and I want to read through it together, in a sort of shotty reading-race. Hopefully someone up there has an unexpurgated copy...