25 June 2002 - 10:25 a.m.
Ah, that logy, hungover feeling - not from excessive drinking, alack, but from the excessively vivid dreaming that hits the night after too-little sleep the night before. You'd feel this way too if your dreamscape had been wrapped round and round with tartan-patterned toilet paper. (Pretty, crinkly stuff, actually, but what the hell?)
(And no, I hadn't been counting sheep before dozing off, either.)
One year ago: "...a half-pint of Wexford ale, a pair of hot buttered crumpets with strawberry jam, a pair of excerpts from Dufay..."
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