i didn't sleep well and

i woke last night at 3:58am from a dream about Gertrude Stein. i am uncertain what she was doing there, probably making declarations about the nature of my generation or the like. there was a hard rain falling outside, and by the time i turned my light on the rest of the dream was gone. but this is besides the point.

the point is that she wasn't alone, and i would be better served if i didn't think about the other woman in bed with the lights off.