April 28, 2007
And I sleep again for several hours. Itís still Saturday, and it is beautiful outside, but all I can do is sleep. This is a bizarre sickness that has overcome me. I say overcome because it feels like it has been chasing me for months and has finally pulled me down to gnaw on me. Normally, I donít like to sleep. I resent the intrusion, the time taken. But now I welcome it like anesthesia before a surgery. We are like new lovers who only want to find new places to do it; the couch, the kitchen, and the balcony.