Bah.

[weaktwos]

I can't sleep.

I was tired earlier. And went to bed early. I got three solid out cold hours of log sawing, and then I wake up, not to be able to drift into a satisfactory slumber again.

Of what was I dreaming? Of move plans and voice and data lines. Strangely enough, or not, that was what I was doing all day today and last night. Dadgummet. I hate it when my work molests my subconscious like this.

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I laid out pages in my dreams during my three-week tryout at the paper a couple of years ago.