On Finding and Believing (cont'd)

New layout pictures courtesy of oldbookillustrations.com, courtesy of Alisa, the awesomest librarian-to-be ever. The title graphic is an etching of Hakodate, Hokkaidou from long ago.

I think my subconscious and conscious minds speak different languages. It takes me forEVER to translate subconsciousese to consciousese, and I'm not even close to being sure that my translations are correct. I think even the various components of my conscious mind speak at least different dialects. I'm deadly sleepy and befuddled for various reasons as well as lacking in any and all groceries today, so I'm going to make a trip to Harris Teeter during lunch to pick up a few things so I don't starve to death - and then I'm going to sleep.

And then I'm going with S to RH & Shadowrunner's apartment to play games with Tinka and others, consume wine and banana nut bread, and have a good time, generally and specifically.

I just want to put my head down on my desk and snooze for about an hour. Funny thing is, if I were allowed to do that, the remainder of my day would be significantly more productive than an entire day of barely succeeding in staying awake. More later?