Glade of the King

I have too many stories going outside the computer. I really need someone to type for me. I continue to be devoted to scribbling with pen and ink. I force myself to translate my script to digital text, but I continue to find excuses to keep writing new ideas instead.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

I had a strange nightmare that the IT department was tired of me spending so much time online. Someone whispered to me they were coming over to DEFRAG me. I was in a panic and sweating. I kept looking up over the cubicle walls so I could see them coming. I knew they were coming over on their chairs so I wouldn't see them but I kept looking. I couldn't leave my desk. They were around me leaning over speaking in numbers "0203487641130" "011444522" their voices never changed pitch or tone, but they leaned forward expectantly waiting for an answer. I kept turning back to my computer then turning back to them shrugging. I had something on my screen I didn't want them to see.
I hate dreams about work..


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