Killer Week

The last week was the week when I worked for the longest hours in my life. I slept 15 hours over 5 days. The genetic algorithm programming assignment took up so much time. On two days I had to sit continuosly for more than 12 hours, and on other days for shorter stretches of time. I had two midterms this week, so my midterms are over too. I am reading the book “Red River, Blue Mountains” by Hem Barua. Its a dated description of Assam and is very good, except for the flowery language in some parts, and the repeated comparisons to the San Fransisco sea shore. Comparing the sounds of the Brahmaputra with the sound of waves lapping the SF sealine seems very contrived, somehow. Why San Francisco bay, why not the sea shore at Konark?
I have been dreaming the strangest dreams lately. It feels to be good back among dreams in my sleep. For months now, I have had no memory of my dreams after I wake up, but these past few days, I seem to remember the most bizarre dreams. I remember telling myself when I was taking a bath immediately after I woke up that I have to write down a dream, if possible as a short story, but later, when I had the time, I had this very faint idea of the dream and nothing more. I would love to tell you what it was, but I think its kind of cliched, you know, everyone wants to tell everyone else what they dreamt about, and unless you love a person or something, you would’nt be very inclined to read about their dreams. So I desist.
I slept for five hours in the evening yesterday and again, till 12 noon today. Now I feel a different man.