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it’s now 2.30 am and i’m still up trying to program on my dying powerbook.  christina fell asleep hours ago on the futon next to my desk.

when it gets late, i try and take breaks to talk to subconscious christina. our conversations are usually very short and delightfully enigmatic. they’re like sleep haikus. slaikus, i think i’ll call them. tonight’s was a good one:

what are you dreaming about?
how can that be? everyone dreams.
this person is boring.
so you’re boring?
no, this person i’m in.
where’s your body then?

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