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It's been almost two months since my last post.

Dreams became very slippery for me, and they still are. I catch myself in fuzzy knitted slippers, bumping through the hallway, stopping to ask the cupboard if I'm awake or not. Last week, I just rubbed my finger between my lips like a toddler or a serial killer, and nearly licked the light switch. There are moments when a blade of grass is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I'm at once both deeply alive and supremely confused. My heart feels like it will burst, so my eyes will water the room instead. It's not a bad place to be, but it certainly doesn't make for coherent blogging. Two weeks ago, Carter visited and shared some Reiki and music therapy with me. I lay on the hardwood floor, my ear pressed to it firmly, and as she found the perfect notes on her cello. It was as if the only language I ever spoke was made of strings.

And I'm talking with lizards again, in the language of primordial courtesy. Usually they just look at me like, "whut." But sometimes they put on party hats and tap dance on the hot pavement. I'm still repulsed when their disco divas squirm under my feet.

Not least of all, I've been working. This next album is currently straddling the last phase of completion. Half of the project is currently being mixed. The other half should be completed within the month. The project still does not have a name, and it will be released in early 2008. The best part is that I'm still sane. Except when I'm not.

Indeed.