this likely won’t sound any odder than anything else you ever read here, but tuesday feels soft.

popped awake from a weird dream and with a compulsion to act. setting it here.

hurray, i’m employed. other news follows…

late night analogy and comfort. i take it where i can.

i’m transplanting.

every now and then it occurs to me how much of the mess in my head is self-inflicted. pun. entendre. hah. actually, it occurred to me again tonight as i wrote those words to another and realized in the moment of the writing that i was talking to myself more than to them.

someone recently wrote: “Most every game is exhausted of its lessons, eventually. The player who has become bored with a game, and the player who decides a game has been mastered, reach the same end, and stop playing.”

i spent most of today out and about. the beach. the boardwalk. a movie. the beach again. drowsy and semi-wakeful, i had a dream.

a dream, a waking, and a memory.

there are a few people who will know what that three letter word means. not many.