January 22, 2008
Iím sitting here at my desk, back-filling entries for when I was so sick I couldnít write, and I have two words as placeholders for what I think happened on those days. The first word is Work. The second word is Dreams. Polar opposites, those two words, especially in my current life as it is, as it appears to be. And I have no idea what I meant by them now, what memories or thoughts they were supposed to trigger, but I am struck by the juggernaut that they represent to me in the here and now, a week later.