4:20

[Drunk Monk]

I can’t get no

Tesser action.

bon touche, mon ami

[Greg]

Nah. No. No. No.

[Drunk Monk]

Nah. No. No. No.

insufficient parry. the maestro retains right of way.

[Greg]

I can't get no satisfaction.

[Drunk Monk]

I just woke. Circadians almost reset. Hopefully back on Cali time by tomorrow.

[Greg]

For me, there usually isn't a problem coming west.

[Drunk Monk]

It’s less, but I always suffer after crossing an ocean. I already have insomnia issues or I wouldn’t post here so often.

[Greg]

You just have issues. Don't limit yourself.

[Drunk Monk]

point well taken

i admit i issue a lot

[Drunk Monk]

Bother.

Been up tweakin since 2ish, surfing the web and listening to seals bark.

I should just get up soon.

I needs tissues for my issues.

[Greg]

I got up early today because my clock in the bedroom, despite the fact it syncs with the iPhone, decided it would run 15 minutes fast...

[Drunk Monk]

Landlords installed these new fire co2 alarms. They’ve been going off randomly occasionally. One just went off at 4:15 Sunday morning. Dammit.

[Drunk Monk]

Been up since 2. Maybe my hours haven’t switched back. Grrrrr.

[Greg]

We had a loud beep at 3am from an unknown origin.

We also had fireworks (or at least loud explosions) at 1 am which caused Maeve to fuss for about twenty minutes until she finally fell asleep on my chest. I awoke to my chest reeking of dog's vagina.

[Drunk Monk]

Second night of intense unsettling dreams. Last night was a surreal first art class that morphed into a strange psych experiment where everyone was schills to deceive me. Just now was being a fugitive from an oppressive society. Lots of jungian details. Clearly processing art OD, the end of summer and taking Tara back to the U. Not nightmares but not restful.