tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post899254055465172441..comments2024-03-14T00:16:32.077-07:00Comments on 50 Books: ETC: Blog Posts Don't Get Much More Stereotypical Than ThisTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-79673907026920816412007-06-08T10:44:00.000-07:002007-06-08T10:44:00.000-07:00Back to normal. Last night I dreamt that I was wor...Back to normal. Last night I dreamt that I was working in a boring cube-farm straight out of <I>Office Space</I>, even down to -- I kid you not -- the TPS reports. What's weird is that my job in real life is actually pretty interesting. I don't understand dreams at all. <BR/><BR/>Though now that I recall more of my dream, I seem to recall that I built a blanket fort inside my cube.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-38444617188858274582007-06-07T22:02:00.000-07:002007-06-07T22:02:00.000-07:00Are you reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road?Oh, lor...<I>Are you reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road?</I><BR/><BR/>Oh, lordy, no. Not yet anyway. I'm still steeling myself for that one. It could take a while.<BR/><BR/><I>or maybe you've got a fever, maybe a barely perceptible low-grade fever that spikes while you're sleeping.</I><BR/><BR/>I didn't know that. It might explain things. Last night was another crazy night. For some reason, Sarah Vowell was in my dream, and until then I didn't realize that she even featured in my unconscious. In my dream she was kind of a crybaby. And a bit of a troublemaker. I can't remember what the trouble was, but I remember achieving one of those transcendental states of pissed-off-ness that you only get to in your dreams. Exciting!Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-81625764537779180202007-06-07T14:30:00.000-07:002007-06-07T14:30:00.000-07:00or maybe you've got a fever, maybe a barely percep...or maybe you've got a fever, maybe a barely perceptible low-grade fever that spikes while you're sleeping. Fevers make your sleeping life more interesting.trophycasehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08711415493454478199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-41620203573988870982007-06-07T09:57:00.000-07:002007-06-07T09:57:00.000-07:00Are you reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road? Becau...Are you reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road? Because man, I had those dreams the first night I started reading it. That book really gets under your skin, in a creepy creepy way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-68350691823001002512007-06-06T22:09:00.000-07:002007-06-06T22:09:00.000-07:00Came across your blog: I have a friend, of a frien...Came across your blog: I have a friend, of a friend, (in the literary biz/new york)etc..that says this writer is up and coming and is not even published yet; creating quite a buzz. I checked out her page, it's pretty cool. FYI<BR/><BR/>www.stacydittrich.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com