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I’ve started drinking St John’s Wort Tea again. Maybe I’ll get the weird dreams, but anything’s better than dreaming about work. I found myself travelling back and forth along Hoddle St in a daze. Coming up Punt Hill, I wondered where the words went. They used to come easier. Never without a struggle, but easier. Now, it’s like my mouth doesn’t work anymore. It’s all just standard call and response, typing in terminal windows, waiting for the sun to go down. »

When I was almost at work in the morning, the balloons were taking off. As I left in the evening, a helicopter sat above me in the distance, flashing a red light on its tail. Upon my approach, it started to whine. Subsystems started, the noise and the wind whipped up. Behind me, it lifted up and shot off into the air. I expected a giant robot, but it was just a couple of lights. »