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I love the cafeteria in this client's office building. I'm having spicy tuna sushi for lunch. MMMmmm.

Since my last post....

I glanced wistfully at my bed, but an hour of sleep was probably going to make me worse, not better.

I got to my plane from Tampa on time. I distinctly remember pulling back from the gate. I distinctly remember landing in Atlanta. In between -- the takeoff and one hour flight -- was only unconsciousness. I switched to my New York flight, but the plane was frigidly cold, and I couldn't sleep. When I landed, I flirted briefly with just going to the hotel and calling in sick, but my presence was needed at some meetings and I went in anyway.

I got out of work at 5 yesterday and went to the hotel. Screwed around online a bit, then grabbed some dinner at the restaurant (yes, my favorite bartender was there...sigh). I had a martini, and got absolutely roaring drunk by the end of it. I was slurring words and could barely walk straight. Alcohol and one hour of sleep, not to mention four climates in 24 hours, just switched off my brain.

I fell asleep around 8:30 and slept until 8:00 this morning. My dreams were very strange. I have very vivid dreams most nights, and they can be bizarre, but most of my REM last night was disjointed images, as if someone uploaded an encyclopedia into my brain and shook it up so that not only the entries were rearranged, but the words and sentences were as well. Image led to image through some sort of internal linkage that I don't think I can parse. Nearly 12 hours seemed like a minute and a half.

I feel almost human today, though. Perhaps subhuman ;)

Now, work, more sleep tonight, then tomorrow or Friday I figure out when I can go home -- to my own bed, to my own home, to thoughts of water that are drawing me in many forms.

Doom

Article from Time Magazine about Doom 3 and its creator. Very interesting...and I'm drooling over getting the game.

The ghouls are excruciatingly detailed. As you're being devoured by a swarm of demonic cherubs, you can admire the iridescent patina on their insect wings.
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1101040809-674778-1,00.html

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Fingertips have memories
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty...
--Harvey Danger

One of those form surveys after the cut, stolen from behindtheview. I should make one of my own, it's kind of a cool interface.

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