sweet jesus. the decemberists have such talent for seemingly uplifting songs about suicide. tragedy. i had the most peculiar experience last night. i was sitting in bed around 3 of the clock, and i was writing for commonplace. anyway, i was just messing around and writing about how tired i was. i had written: "I'm so tired. I could fall asleep right now..." i was going to go on and describe how tired i was, but then i drifted to sleep. and then i started dreaming that i was sitting in the middle of times square with all the cars. a couple minutes later i woke up, and saw that i had written about the dream while i was asleep. it said: "I'm so tired. I could fall asleep right now, just sitting here in the middle of times square with all the cars."