Giraffes hate encyclopedias, or at least encyclopedias from 1976 (originally posted December 31, 2005)

i just arrived back in New York City after an 8 day siesta in Oklahoma City. It was great seeing my family and catching up with some old friends (Fluff and Stevo...holla). But alas, I am sitting in my apartment, losing my vision from lack of sleep and wishing I could clear my mind enough to fall asleep.

I had a dream last night that I was put in charge of the New York Public Library. And on my first day, a rampaging giraffe made it's way into the library, and before I could stop it, the giraffe ate almost every book the library had on the shelf, with the exception of a few Encyclopedias from 1976. I woke up distressed and confused, but more distressed because I was actually confused by my dream. I take the whole incident as meaning I need to get my act together, but I guessI don't need a giraffe destroying the New York Public Library to tell me that. David Copperfield was in the dream too, but he was just reading a book as the giraffe wreaked havoc. I don't know why I remember the Copperfield, but he was definitely there, in the dream that is, and I'm somewhat certain he was reading a book about squirrels in California that carry the plague virus.

So 2006 is less than 24 hours away at this point, and I have to say that I'm actually excited, only becaus 2005 has been a bit of a shit year, and I am exceedingly more eager every passing second to see it end. 2006 is getting started off on a rather odd note, neither good nor bad. I feel that every facet of my life is in limbo. I'm neither here nor there. Normal situations can not be defined, and I'm too apprehensive to try to define them.