sleepy

Feeling much less cranky, due to both the beneficial tonic of good friends and the exhaustion of a long day at work. I'm about to go flop on the bed and try to keep Alan from stealing my blanket tonight.

The world is weird and wide.

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Kevin sent me a message while I slept, with the story of NYC mobs. We are agreed that the mysterious Bill sounds an awful lot like the Bill we know. Maybe I'll hunt him down and find out.

Perhaps because I fell asleep while Alan played Mechwarrior, I had strange dreams of fleeing to Prague, of being chased by many different men with guns. It was sort of unsettling and odd. And everyone was slowly becoming reptilian. Which I think is an important clue.