Thu, 19 May 2005

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] #