millions of miles
august 04.
I fell asleep at the library, after a couple days unable to get more
than
a hazy hour of sleep a night, and that was fine, people slept at the
library all the time, but when I woke up I was no longer on the chair, but
curled up beneath the desk where nobody could see me. As I tried to stand
up, having to crawl out from under the desk, pushing the chair back to the
wall, I realized this was no simple process; I could not have fallen under
the desk into this position, I had to have been lucid enough to pull and
twist my legs, pull in my shoulders, tuck my hands under my head like a
little kid after recess. I rubbed my face, gathered my books and walked to
the elevator, checking to make sure no one was watching me.
(12:24.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #