day 22

G drove off a few minutes ago, so i guess i'll be starting the novel around 11 am.

remember the early ninties, when tetris cubes fell from the ceiling at night and kept you from sleeping ? at times i even dreamt of the damn things! i played tetris for hours and hours every day when the first edition of the gameboy was released. nowadays, i dream of words. they come in all shapes and colours and just fly by, right through the scenes of my dream. not only single words, but also whole phrases and parts of paragraphs i have written. it's really weird.