Sleep Journal - 190127 - Fairge Anma

Sleep Journal
27 January 2019

Craig overslept.

The amazing thing was that he slept at all. He couldn't get comfortable what with his head aching and the pains in his back from where he hit the shelves and every time he did manage to drop off, first JJ's 3 month old son, Aaron, would start roaring. Every four hours, like clockwork, JJ would come knocking at the door of the room Craig was in and start asking inane questions like 'What's your name?' and 'How many fingers am I holding up?' and 'What year is it?' Craig got so fed up, he began giving wild answers like 'Peter Venkman', '15', and '2525' but that only made JJ threaten to call emergency services.

Light was glowing around the blackout curtains when JJ came in the last time. Craig growled, then called out, "My name is Puddintame, I live down the lane, my phone number is cucumber, now go away!"

"Laura just called. There was an incident with the study room in the library overnight. She's there now and she wants us there as well."

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Sleep Journal - 190122 - Fairge Anma

Even though the time stamp on this is a few days earlier than the previously posted entry, I assure you, this comes after. That's one of the reasons for the long delay - my subconscious was on strike until I sorted out the order. Another reason is that I needed to work out how rune magic works. Can't explain something unless you understand it.

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Sleep Journal
22 January 2019

It was too early to expect Craig ... Dr. Stevenson to be in the office and I had an early lab anyway. I went home to change and grab a bite to eat first, then to campus for my class.

Despite the lack of sleep, I felt more alive than I have in a long time. Colours were brighter, sounds were sharper, scents more pungent.

It was almost mid-day before I got to the Parapsych office in the fourth floor of the Psych Building.

He wasn't there.

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