I have lost the books that used to comfort me, the volumes into which I could sink and lose myself when the pressure or sadness of the world was too great. I don't mean that I have misplaced them; they wait on their shelves as they have done for years. I mean that their familiar lines are somehow slick; I slide off of them without purchase, without succor. I do not know how I will sleep tonight.
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February 25, 2006
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Hope you got some sleep after all. I've had that happen before. it's not a permanent condition!
Posted by: dale | February 26, 2006 at 08:50 PM
Good to know, because right now it's not so much fun.
And yes, I did get some sleep, thankfully enough.
Posted by: Pronoia | February 27, 2006 at 09:56 AM