I woke up in a strange place, east of the looking glass…

I’m in that weird dimension you go when you mess with time and wake up in a strange time – somewhere between jet lag and a really good nap on a summer afternoon when you awake to a darkening sky.

Surreal…when you don’t let go of dreaming and drag it with you into the waking world.

I recall a whole lot of writing and entirely too much caffeine than any stomach lining should have to embrace.

Wed night/Thurs morning, I started researching for a paper due Friday for Shakespeare class (should have started long before…I know). Some amount of panic. Kris appeared out of nowhere, an electronic muse from the pantheon of instant message bliss and alighted the darkening dread that comes with having to re-teach oneself how to write a formal, scholarly paper…and it’s far, far too late. Thank you, oh merciful muse…

There was some discussion of metaphysical clothes and shedding earthly garbs…

Thursday was work then night class, leaving me to write the paper at about 10pm…I started at midnight. I finished researching and outlining at about 8am and started writing. I changed the paper and shortened it so I could finish by 1pm (when it was due in the teacher’s office). I then walked to work, sleep deprived, and maybe a little mad.

Work concluded (selling tickets for the show Bunicula…story of a vampire bunny…children’s costume party…lots of little dinosaurs and gushing parents) at about 8. I got back here. I sat down…just for a second…on my bed. And seconds, in the proper context, can last quite a while…cause suddenly it was nearly 3 am and here I am, between waking and not…

It’s not an entirely bad sensation.

I think I will go back to bed, but I thought I’d write. Maybe just babble. I don’t know if it makes any sense, I’ll check back tomorrow to see if it does. Right now, I’m going to shed my earthly garb, put on something comfortable, and metaphysical, and go back to dreams.

I have unfinished businesses there.