Instead of going out I fell asleep. Apparently 1.5 glasses of wine with dinner is enough to knock me out nowadays. I was awakened at 9:50 pm by the sweet sound of my pager informing me that someone at my job has issues with something that I cannot fix.

I am now awake! awake! awake! with not a damned thing to do, and I have to be at work tomorrow at 10 for ceremonial and religious reasons unrelated to actual work.

Dinner was good: baked tilapia with sweet Meyer lemon slices, steamed broccoli with dill/yogurt/pepper sauce, and sliced raw fennel salad.

Whenever I fall asleep at an odd time and screw up my schedule I get a persistent feeling of loneliness, as though i had slept through the big event and everyone had left without me.

6 thoughts on “hypnagogic

  1. In all my years of boozing, I have never established a good working relationship with wine. Too little, too slowly, and I’m soon unconscio. Too much, too quickly, and me and my friend ralph drive the porcelin bus all night. I just can’t find a middle ground. I love the stuff, but because I can’t find the middle ground, I avoid it like the plague.
    There’s no Irish wine, right? I think it’s just foreign to my genepool.

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