"It's one in the morning, the start of September; I'm writing you now just to try and feel better . . . " (with apologies to Jennifer Warnes).

I'm just not adjusted to the idea of school starting back up tomorrow.

There is lightning in the sky. Really. Raindrops woke me up, then I had to answer the call of my bladder, then I foolishly opened the computer lid, and here I am.

Tomorrow is the first chance I have to prove I wasn't just lying to myself about riding my motorcycle in all but the worst conditions. I have to put on my all-weather suit, batten down the saddlebags, and ride off into the morning.

I'm tired. I'm still not fully well. I shall blame that for my petulance.

Besides, I just woke up from a dream about someone creating a large bed out in the woods in a place of great beauty, and the sole purpose of the bed was to harness the sexual energy that is so raw and strong in such a place.

I knew there was something I should have taken care of before falling asleep. I'm so tired that I couldn't even resort to self-abuse.

Back to the sack. To sleep. Dream? Feh!