I need some restful sleep. I need for my mind to STOP manufacturing silly s*** that scares me.
Like last night, for instance. I dreamt I was out on the sidewalk trying to talk to people, but they just ignored me. Along came my old friend, Jim–at last, a friendly face! “Jim! Jim! Boy, am I glad to see you!”
But he neither saw nor heard me. Just went on his way.
Maybe I was a ghost and didn’t know it.
So, yeah, I’m worried about my immediate future, I need your prayers and am not ashamed to ask for them, and I’d like to get back into the visible world.
Meanwhile, I guess it’s time to move on to the nooze. Calloo, callay, O frabjous day…