I am a largely abnormal individual.

Conversations with mech_angel and lord_of_smoking have confirmed that I am still a deeply disturbed individual. I'd rather not go into more detail than that, but, yeah. My head's bent.

I say "abnormal" because I've been reading Jung, today. That is, 'If everybody eats salt, the that is the normal thing to do, and it is abnormal not to. But this tells us nothing about the "rightness" of eating salt...'

I've been paying a lot more attention to the words people choose, recently, as well as the words they pass over, instead... It is a belabouring process, requiring a lot more of my time, than usual.

How are you? I'm going to read more Jung, and go to bed. Insomnia experiment starts tomorrow.

Sleep Log.

7.16 hours of sleep No alarm, no real recollection of dreams, aside from having something, vaguely, to do with the FBI and other governmental law enforcement organisations. Will try for greater recall, over the day.

{9.14am: Cranes - [Paris and Rome]--- Dreams: Something about either a party, or a wintess protection job, in a hotel; someone of whom I'm reminded when I read the word "abnormal," with psychological connotations. {9.24:(Alan Moore& David J. - [This Vicious Cabaret])). spinallandscape, who was disappearing of her own free will, and making arrangements with everyone who needed anything from her, or with whom she was supposed to meet.}

Cranes - [Paris and Rome (Flood Mix)]--- Something about changing, by magic, the nature of an area of DC, awakening an old enchanment to the cobbles and bricks and mortar, to the trees and grass of the parks. But the person who did it was young, and inexperienced, and their idea of what a 19th century magically-centred town should look like was... somewhat tainted.

Hiding with Stephen Black in an elevator, in a hotel, from the gentelman with the thistle-down hair, after our discovery of the enchantment.

Soemthing about meeting and hanging out with MC Chris. Myriad things in my head, last night. 9.22am}

Awake, but tired.

Good morning, everyone.

Spam.

Sender: Hurt Z. Clementina Subject: thistle ate

Heh. Already tired. Also feel kind of shityy/over-sugared/sludgy

This isn't going to go well...