is he dead?!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.09.04
For the first time this year, our son slept through the night. Which is good, because I've been so sleep-deprived that I've been having some strange experiences of late. Such as believing that I was hearing responses from my wife in another room and trying to hold a conversation with her, even though she was not in the apartment. Little things like that.