Happy New Year.

I've been reading The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood lately. The last three nights in a row have been spent almost exclusively in dreaming about it. Many times I'm actually the main character in these dreams, even though she is a she and I'm a he. (Every once in a while I'm a chick in my dreams. Is that weird?)

I'm also sick. My bones feel hollow.

nolite te bastardes carborundorum,

greyarea

Diaryland