It's weird when I wake up in the morning and I have emails and messages from friends and relations. You guys live and work while I sleep, just like um... the tooth fairy, or casino employees. And you're sleeping while I work, just like teamsters or my students. Your world is like the dream world...

Finished "The Wind Up Bird Chronicle" by Murakaimi last night. Haunting and filled with beautiful language, and kinda pop. I mean even the idea of living in other people's dreams is almost kitsch right? Hm. And many of the characters are kinda dime novel-esque... "Boris the manskinner"? Maybe that's key to understanding this book on another level... I'll think 'bout it. Books usually take a couple days after you've read them to really be finished... like after you cut the head offa chickin.