a spot of reading

Another one of those nights where I go to bed early and enjoy a pretty good sleep but then find myself waking up early and having a five o'clock morning. This time, instead of just lying in bed, or getting to the computer early, I thought it might be a good idea to do a spot of reading. It is a long time to hold off on my novel until after breakfast, around nine-thirty; so, getting in a twenty or thirty-minute reading session at my desk would be nice. No small thanks for this insight is due to the drawing power of "1Q84".

a dreamy night

It was a dreamy night. In one interesting snatch, I am walking down the hallway toward my room. There are a lot more rooms, and there are cute names posted on the doors. I am reading these names as I walk along and I know this is a dream, and I am finding it a neat dream. When I reach the end of the hall, wanting to get the most of my dream, I decide to just walk into Mother's and Pop's room, to see what I would see, as if I am playing a video game and am just looking for a thrill, though I'm sure there is nothing sexual in this.

They are sleeping, but Mother quickly wakes up, and she seems very nervous and rather paranoid. She goes on about the threats to her, and I am realizing that I am getting more than I bargained for in electing to come into this room. Interestingly, Mother asks me to help her from these threats, from the people that are after her, telling me that I am somebody important, maybe even starting to say that I am going to be the president. I quickly leave.

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It makes one think, but without coming to any firm interpretations.

December 15, 1995, Friday

After a lot of work and strain, Jack and Jill are moved out. It is now left to them to settle into their apartment.

The Monkey-Knight felt some despair seeing the way Jill coos over Jack. Monk seems destined never to know such appreciation.

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December 11, 2011

Seems destined? Nay, madam, I know not seems. I was only thirty; a little optimism is understandable. Now that I am approaching fifty, I think we can call it a fact.

fucking laptop

I'm getting a lot of practice logging into my accounts, firming up the passwords in my memory. The fucking laptop won't come back to life when I flip the lid open. Pain in the ass.

December 16, 1995, Saturday

It is going to take some time and drudgery before the Monkey-Knight can move into the larger but devastated room left behind by Jack and company.

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December 11, 2011

And I sure do miss that room! What a pity that I only had it for a year and a half, and then it was the move to this walk-in closet at Dun Hill.

The phones

The phones have been a little haywire for the past couple of days. They only give off a half-ring and no more. It almost makes up for the fact that Pop has been constantly cranking up his stereo or TV, freely invading my space, getting on my nerves. Right now, for instance, I am on the other side of the house, and I can hear and feel the reverbations from his Cowboys game. This afternoon, for another example, I could not enjoy my nap because I could hear his country & western music blaring away. It can feel like this is a new clever strategy to force me out of the house.