Still in psychological recovery from a very fucked up week.

I would post more, but my brain doesn’t seem to be working. I’ve had less than 20 hours of sleep this week. I came home from the office today and passed out for almost three hours — guess I needed it.

I had a dream that I had to negotiate a wheelbarrow full of red-tinted rubbing alcohol through a room filled to the ceiling with full USPS Priority Mail boxes that HAD to ship in an hour, and I couldn’t get them shipped if I didn’t get the wheelbarrow out the door on the other side of the room without spilling it.

Oddly, my arms hurt from hauling a dreamt-up wheelbarrow.

Four Rooms is a stupid movie.

Back to the Lab.