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Blame it on Pattern Recognition, the Gibson book. I read the entire thing over the past 36 or so hours. Couldn't put it down. Very different book from Nueromancer and his other ones. More of a Da Vince Code style of book, but with a techno twist. Sinclair computers--I had completely forgotten about those devices (Timex 1000). Good blend of computerania and recent stuff, including jabs at the dot com bust.

Dreams last night completely slipped back into the dream river after I read myself awake last night (this morning). I've been noodling on the dream story front, but megaread took its toll on promised projects.

P dropped by today and we had a good visit. Good lunch at M's and then back to the Gibson work. Will see C tomorrow and then off to dancing tomorrow evening. Dropped by L's today for a chai and again tonight for dessert. Went to chiro this afternoon. Feeling good. Feeling fit. Feeling like I'm ready to write. I'm right to write.

Still looking at how I'm going to have to structure my days so I can get things done. Need time to write, to read, to research, eat, etc. But need to firm up a schedule or plan--one that helps me keep moving once I put things in motion.

No dance lessons this week and next. That makes for more time, but I've really not used it well. Well, so what? Looking for a well along with Murakami.

Keep thinking of how to stabilize my situation; set things up so I can concentrate on writing and not on the peripheral issues. Going to have to move in May so I can get myself a kitchen. Not having one has become a thorn in my saddle of stability. Have to keep making plans that involve going out to eat. Would be so much simpler just having a kitchen, no matter what the costs involved.

Everyone obsesses about something. For me right now, it's getting a kitchen. Will happen soon. Six weeks left on the lease here so will need to start looking soon.

Once I get settled, perhaps these journal notes will get more interesting. Right now they are repetitive and boring. A report of the day's (some of) events. Nothing of depth or meaning. Bring on the depth and meaning, please.

I hear fragments of news on the radio. I listen as I move around (since I don't have a kitchen) and hear interesting tidbits about which I would like to learn more. Nano technologies. Health issues. Death issues. New game device, PSP. And so much more.

But, it's breakfast/lunch/dinner time and I have to get up and move, go somewhere. What a drag, on my time and my pacing.

Enough of this wimpy rant over kitchen facilities. My life has to be about something more than that. Doesn't it? Doesn't seem that way.

I did dream last night. I thought I had recalled what the dream was about as I arose today. But, I let whatever I dreamed to slip away. I intended to write it down after I got up, showered and got ready to go to lunch (no kitchen). If I had a kitchen, I could have prepared lunch, skipped the shower, and recorded the dream. Yeah, in my dreams, maybe.

So what else was I exposed to today? Schaivo, interest rates, explosions, and miscellaneous local issues. Reality. I was also exposed to reality, but it didn't penetrate the Teflon barrier that I've erected around my thinking. I am in a constant state of failing to remember. Constant, persistent and deadly. The days move by like a chain of elephants, trunk to tail, marching off into the distance, always looking the same no matter which elephant is standing on my foot.