I'm trying to keep from knowing the time. So I don't know how late it is, or how early it is. I don't know if I'll sleep again tonight. I doubt that I will.
I did sleep, for some undetermined amount of time. I slept, and I had a dream, and I woke up.
That damn dream.
So I'm not looking at the time. I know it's there, down in the bottom right corner of my screen. I'm refusing to look. I don't want to know. Fuck, I start a new job sometime in the next undetermined number of hours and, instead of sleeping, I've spent two beers worth of time out on my deck with listening to the crickets and the owls and the stobors. I've spent the last two beers worth of time trying to forget the dream.
But it's a futile effort. It always is. I remember every word she said, in the dream. I remember every word I said, in the dream. I remember what happened next, in the dream.
That damn dream.
I mean, what if I look at the time and it's only 1:00 or some bullshit like that? Then I'll be so fucked. No way will I be able to function all day tomorrow until quitting time. Oh sure, maybe I could look and it's 6:00, and maybe my alarm is about to go off anyway. Then I'd know that I could survive. I've survived worse, after all.
The truth is probably somewhere in the middle. The truth always seems to be somewhere in the middle.
That damn truth.
Congrats on the new source of income. Hopefully the honeymoon period of the new job will overshadow some of the torment.
posted by: Iron Butterfly | August 4, 2009 9:28 AM