Dreams I partially fabricated in e-mails to friends. This week.

I had a weird daydream that involved a "politics of" twitter hashtag, and, whereas I was previously plagued by fears of failure, I am now distressed by anxiety produced by mediocrity. And inefficiency.

I had a pretty weird dream last night. It ended with me enthusiastically hugging you and saying, "I DO resent that you resent that," and you replying, jubilantly, "Really? That''s great!"

Also, I think "that" had something to do with sideburns.