January 11, 2003
Helen Keller invaded my dreams last night and handed me 5 chapters of a new book she was writing. Show off. I brushed the stray cheese nips off my chest and tried to get up from the couch but my legs had gone dead from days of disuse. My teeth ached, throbbing painfully. Could have been that last box of pop tarts. I would have printed out the 500 words I'd put together so far (after 3 years effort) on my novel, but I'd let the batteries die on my laptop. She smiled faintly and left me to my fate.