The shadows grow long, and 8am feels like 5. This is the part of the semester when you start to feel you’re going to night classes. As a side effect, the dream/reality overlap becomes annoyingly strong and, for the first few hours of each day, being sure which is which is an ordeal. This entry was already posted about 2 hours ago from the office of some Russian secret service headquarters where I was packing for a day trip to Hannover. Go figure. I’m tempted to turn this into a dream log…it’s getting too dark here to see anything in normal lux anymore. I could start a bioluminescence farm, raising glow worms and fireflies, keeping a few glowing jelly fish in high pressure vats, possibly even coating my walls with glowing bacteria. The things we do… 
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