Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Fell asleep at 23:30, which is unusual for me.

Attempted to post-by-mail from my cell phone in bed around 01:00 but apparently went awry:

Just woke from dreaming that I was writing down a dream that my father was still alive.

Fell back asleep again moments later; kindasorta almost remember what it was that I had in my head when I wrote that -- I think the dream involved both email and speech (in life my father's attitude was, "I'm retired; I don't have to touch computers any more") and he was reacting to / offering advice on something that had recently happened in my life, but I've forgotten what. I don't remember what he was saying in the dream (I think I remembered at one o'clock) but I remember the sound of his voice pretty clearly, and fuzzily almost-waking-up to write down the dream on paper, then sort-of waking up from that to realize that he's been dead a few years and try to post to LiveJournal.

Now I'm awake with a headache the size of Montana (it's so big the pain doesn't all fit in my head -- so it's also in my neck and shoulders). Urgle.

"Most of the problems in the world come from the arrogance to think that everyone else should do what we would." -- galestorm, 2004-03-06

(I think many of the arguments on each side of the current debate over changing how LiveJournal handles friend/friend-of lists are examples of this. I know I've fallen into this trap a few times.)

Still not feeling well; slept fitfully and incompletely, have nastybad headache; also have errands that cannot be postponed. Since there's no 3LF rehearsal next week and we do have a gig coming up, plus photos to show, getting to rehearsal tonight would be a Good Thing.

Usually it is lack of temptation, desire to do right, or desire to avoid causing harm which keep me from being dishonest or violent, not the threat of punishment. But when somebody plays their car stereo so loud it causes me physical pain, then it is the rule of law and fear of consequences that stay my hand. I think the presence of pain has a lot to do with it.

Home from errands. Exhausted. Still hoping to get to rehearsal, but am moving more and more slowly ... will see whether I feel I can drive that long half an hour from now. Hate my body.