so tired, revised

I wonder how eye resulution works. I can't cee really well, so I'm relying on others of dubious perction to see my mistakes. Odd how that works. I'm so tired and yet so alive I want to stay awake alone and alive. I feel wooy though and cannot keep my eyes open.. I amy or may not run 1p miles tomorrow and I canot see eh letters I tyle. and we all fal asleep, good night my love. rememver that you're mine sweetheart.

Editor's note on the entry above: Upon awakening this morning, I recalled the experience of typing and struggling to see the letters. I had a feeling that I blogged. Upon looking at my computer, I discovered yes, I did blog late at night in a state of altered consciousness brought on by triple fermentation, dancing and extreme exhaustion. At first, upon reading my entry, I wanted to erase it. It's rough, crude, odd; I do not know what to make of it. But it's a record of my mind in particular state. It's a tangled, brambly path--an attempt to make a trail by someone only half aware of what they are doing. It is that state of awake to sleep captured in letters. Not awakening, but the inverse. The falling of asleep. What would Freud or Benjamin have to say about that? I say it's a montage of the mind.