I have been dreaming in the narrative voices of the women in the books I read. The text, made up in my own mind to match the tone of their voices, repeats like a backdrop to a moving montage in my sleeping brain.

I was also aware of trying to make several connections with Mr. Renaissance and failing. Sometimes he couldn't see me, sometimes efforts I'd made to give him nice presents went completely awry, or he talked about other women.

I slept for a total of about 11 hours last night. So I guess I'll have some lunch, and then take up my place in the narrative.