It’s been a long week, Gentle Reader.
First, I wake up to the news of my musical idol, David Bowie, gone. Then, school starts for the spring semester. And then, I wake up to the news that one of my favorite actors, Alan Rickman, is gone as well. It’s no wonder I was awake at 3, then 5 this morning. I am waiting for something else to go wrong.
I had bad dreams. A string of nightmares and weirdness that all blended together so that I slept fitfully. At least it’s a 3-day weekend.
But I’ve been thinking a lot about this journal and what I am going to write on a daily basis. Do you have any prompts, Friends? Any subjects you’d like to see me cover on this blog?
The Postmodern Bluestocking 
I’ve been having nightmares too. Dark, chaotic, disjointed, violent. I wake up feeling groggy and exhausted. I long for sleep that is restful.
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