I'm not posting about anything other than this today:
My blog is becoming unhealthy.
I didn't sleep well last night. I'm not sure if it was because I was concerned about today's (cancelled because of the weather) soccer game, or something else.
I tossed and turned and woke up nearly every hour... and I had weird dreams.
Weird dreams about blogging.
There is a Barnes and Noble bookstore in downtown Washington, DC at the corner of 12th and E street, that I go to sometimes... it has two floors, and at the top of the escalator is the information desk. Well, in my dream, the info desk was a coffee bar instead.
For some strange reason, I was talking about my blog with the two baristas, one, a young black man, the other, a young white woman. They asked questions about my blog while they got my coffee for me... and before I left, they asked me for my blog address. I tried to write it down, but I was having difficulty. I tried six or seven times, but couldn't do it. The guy thought it was funny, but the girl too the pen and said that I should repeat the address to her and she would write it down. I was relieved... but found I could no longer speak.
It was a weird dream.
I had another dream this morning.... maybe it was part of the same dream, but I can't remember much about that, other than there was a roller coaster involved.
Hmmm. Best not to dwell on this, perhaps.
I'm going to go make soccergirl's breakfast.