Sleepreading

I am exhausted from my 4-day 48-hour rotation. I need some wine to make tomorrow's blood donation go that much easier, and then I'll hit the sack.

I've spent much of this evening catching up on some blogs, including some of my own old posts. And I've had an experience I'm sure many other people have had while reading my writing: I have begun to nod off. Not just nodding off, either, but the woolgathering feature of the hypnogogic state has created embellishments and enhancements to my words that just aren't there - including dream-versions of people that I know coming along to read and criticize my work.

Tomorrow is Halloween. Maybe I'll get dial tone at my house tomorrow. I'm also supposed to give blood, and I'd like to get a haircut and an oil change, too. We'll see what happens.

Goodnight.