Air

I dreamed I was trapped in the main door / airlock at the Forum in Norwich while sabotage blew out the dome and the Forum glass so people were dying outside, running to the nearest shelter, and finding it broken so they died inside too. Airless death all around me, and me trapped inside two glass doors.

Dear subconscious: I know it looks futuristic, but we are not in fact a domed colony on another world, and there is nothing anyone can break to abruptly turn the air off, or suck it out, or anything.

... yet this is not the first time I've had this panic.

It's like how leaving the DVDs that have the starship noises on their menus on repeat helps me get to sleep.

Some part of my back brain thinks we're not on a planet.

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I don't know why I woke up with the need to look at my old files full of plans for tattoos. I was looking for something specific, but in the process I seem to have looked at every picture file that might even just possibly be something I ever made, or shoved in a folder to use for scraps. In the process I found this icon, which I don't think I made. But it pretty much describes how I'm feeling about my essays.

:-)

I got breakfast at the supermarket
and then I bought food
and also a new highlighter to replace the ones I messed up coloring in my arms

have much happy now.
... simple things :-)

1203 Teach arrives. I have a crisp sticking out of my mouth like a big tongue.

I use my laptop in class and type as close to everything I hear and think of as is humanly possible.
Yes, the 'and think of' is frequently unhelpful.
One of these days I'm going to edit my class notes together concentrating on the experience rather than the content.

... it would include the week where the computer screen was really reflective and I got distracted by my own chest. This probably doesn't add anything helpful to the sum of human knowledge...