Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Here the rough manners of the wilderness should be softened, and the principles of virtue and good behaviour inculcated. The virtues of men are of more consequence to society than their abilities; and for this reason, the heart should be cultivated with more assiduity than the head." -- Noah Webster, arguing for the establishment of public schools.

My sleep schedule is all scrozzled. Yesterday kind of evaporated (I guess I was still recovering from Saturday). Today I don't feel great, but hey, I'm conscious and think I know what day it is. [Checks date. *Whew*, it really is Tuesday. Wait, what week?! Oops.] But that's not what I logged on to say.

Sometime this morning or afternoon (I mentioned the screwed up sleep cycle, right?) I had a dream ... in which I was trying to tell someone about the dream I had a few nights ago.

And yes, I really did dream the first dream, not just dream that I'd dreamt it in the second dream. It's one of the ones I took notes for that turned out to be illegible when I woke up more fully and thought about posting it here.

Alas, I can't remember whom I was describing the first dream to in the second dream.

Body slowing down, feeling crashy, eyes tired. May or may not make it to rehearsal this evening; certainly not going to be there on time. Apologies to the rest of the group. Going to attempt to wake myself up.