Tuesday

Dreamed last night I was supposed to perform in a play -- but there was no script and we'd had no rehearsals, and I was trying to think if I could figure out a way to carry my book of the play onstage and just read from it or if I should pretend to be sick and go home. The play was by Shakespeare or Shaw -- something you couldn't really fake your way through, and the book was a weighty leather-bound "collected works of" kind of thing with tissue-thin pages and tiny, tiny print. NO ONE ELSE SEEMED BOTHERED BY THIS.

Also, via Xeni Jardin, researchers find physiological evidence of chemobrain. Fuck, I could've told 'em that. :D

Cool and sunny today, not a cloud in the sky. Finished Tony Horwitz's Midnight Rising last night; two thumbs up although I would recommend some of his more general-history books (A Voyage Long and Strange, Confederates In the Attic) over this one. But. Now I get to pick up something else to read. \o/