Sleep of no dreaming

At the age of sixteen
I grew out of hope
I regarded the cosmos
Through a circle of rope

So I threw out my plans
Ran on to the wheel
And emptied my head
Of all childish ideals

The sleep of no feeling

-Porcupine Tree

I am lagging. I sleep for a few hours and then wake up. Five hours seems to be the steady number.

My friend Alastair, who i know through the Martian, was in from Ireland this weekend, so we hung out yesterday and watched Kilkenny defeat Tiperary in the huring final.

Lunes

It's still 32C here, which is 90F. Too damn hot. But i slept thru the night, mostly. I woke up at six but fell back by seven. No dreams. Just the dead sleep of the exhausted. Maybe that's why i don't feel very rested.