I spent 2005 asleep. Entire weeks, even a month here and there, are strung together in one long blurry night, barely remembered, the sun never seen. Even before last year I was in a perpetual slumber, trapped and dulled by some kind of twenty-first century zombification. So many of us are zombies, but I think my case went even beyond that.

I know I was asleep. From time to time I would realize it as one who's having a lucid dream realizes he's dreaming. I even remember writing about feeling like I'm in a dream that I can't wake up from, or something like that, but I'm still too lazy and groggy to look up the post. I'm not sure what brought on such hibernation. Sloth, boredom, apathy, alcohol, the loss or abandonment of dreams may all be factors. At least I don't think alcohol is solely to blame, because I descended into oblivion long before I started my year-long vacation. In fact, I think the vacation was more the result than the cause. What else would one do in a dream?

The point is, I've woken up. I know I have, because I see many things as if I'm seeing them for the first time. When the Western Avenue bus passes, it's as if I only ever known it from a thousand half-forgotten dreams.

And what a world I've woken up to! I'm no longer teaching? No surprise there. I'm a DJ again? I book rock concerts now? I might be in a band? I have a roommate now?

Wait. I have a roommate?

Oh Holy F***.

Perhaps the reason you haven't seen any writing from me lately is because I've just woken up. Nothing ever gets done before the first cup of coffee, right? Well, I've had my coffee. Of course, I'm making no promises. I may just turn over and go back to sleep. We'll see if I see my shadow when I step outside.

listening to: the clash, the fiery furnaces, the strawberry zots.
in my sink: 5 glasses, 2 mugs, 3 bowls, 4 spoons, a fork and a knife.