2003-09-04 - 4:16 p.m.
Weaving my brain inbetween work and school and sleep, trying not to evolve into a robot. That is what I have been up to, lately, making big plans for zen gardens and essays and wondering if maybe they will late me sleep on the couch in the school's break room through third period.
Whenever I fall asleep, I have surrealistic dreams that I cannot remember when I wake up, but I always get the feeling that whatever is happening is just a little off, like maybe people will be playing a normal game of tennis and you realize that they are actually using an orange instead of a tennis ball.