Up early, things to do, moving a bit slowly, sandy eyes. Need to shower, walk dog, go by work, drop off nonfunctional computer, get functional computer, take it to Amherst. More coffee first.

Surprisingly violent dreams, even for me, conviction that lost love one is going to harm herself is starting to slip, imagine she will once it's gone entirely. An artist, fond of irony, like me.

Realizing more & more that my sense of humor is largely lost on people, so much the worse for them, pity.

Tragedy, pfft.