The phantom phone booth in the middle of the field is gone. I guess maybe that means that someone will do something with the huge lot on 55, right next to the old C-Support building, but then, maybe it just means that whatever foreign or alien nation needed to spy on Durham, NC, finally realized that their work was done and they took the phone booth back, or they transplanted it to another empty field.

This was a long weekend, but I don’t feel terribly refreshed. I feel like I’m stuck in a longish daydream. I had incredible dreams this morning on the cusp of waking. One I’ve had before, I don’t know how many times, but as I was dreaming it I had the incredible sense that I was awake the whole time and simply daydreaming, not actually in REM sleep. I don’t know– I may not have been in REM sleep. I also cannot articulate what the dreams were about now. One was a presentation in which I had an hour and fifteen minute session but a co-worker spent an hour introducing the topic. I’m pretty sure I was talking about entrepreneurship. That was not the recurring dream.

Best spam headline of the day: Tiny Spokesperson. I could write a poem about that. It would be the perfect answer to the question “Where do you get your ideas?”