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July 14, 2002


One of the reasons I'm up this early (7am on a Sunday for chrissakes?) and rambling on here is because I've been wide awake since 3:30.

I think I've got to find ways to deal with, rather than disguise, the utter terror I feel at my situation. Having this many dreams (well, wide-awake middle-of-the-night surreal thoughts - I never have dreams I can remember) about being at the top of really high glass-sided buildings with only one of those suckery things to hold on with is hardly healthy. My palms are going tingly and sweaty now just remembering the vividity of the 'dream'.

Okay, I've taken out an obscene loan to buy a house (joyous though that is in many other ways), and am running a team that's trying to sort out the future of interactive narrative (something I'm woefully underqualifiied to do - it's just that everyone else was even more underqualified). Why can't I just deal with that?

Thoughts on any suitable strategies or war stories would be greatly appreciated. It's lonely hanging onto the sheet glass, with London spinning below, waiting to be rescued.

Posted by Tom Dolan at July 14, 2002 06:18 AM

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