Monday, March 14, 2005

Sunday

I slept poorly last night. Dreams became nightmares, full of fear and death. I think I woke up screaming, but I’m not entirely sure.

My brother sent me an email today. He asked me how crazy people are supposed to relate to family members. I wrote back to him and said that I didn’t know, especially when their family is as weird as ours.

I wonder what loneliness feels like to him, and if it’s anything like what it feels like to me?

I was supposed to get in touch with S. today, but didn’t. There’s no comfort in an experiment. Maybe I will tomorrow, or maybe not then either. I’m not sure what I’ll do.

There are 485 emails in my Inbox. One of them is from my brother.

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