Dreamlog: I, Blogger
I'm reading a paper about Toronto bloggers and the first person they review was me. They even have a picture of me: a letterbox photo showing just my eyes.
I read the article and it talks about the things I've written and how smart and funny my entries are. Man, I'm a great writer.
Now, I don't remember why I dreamt that dream but I do remember having this strong feeling that, somehow, as I drifted off to sleep last night, I was thinking about blogs. I've no idea why in the world I'd be thinking about blogs since I haven't blogged in ages, but there I was, dreaming about blogging. More specifically: dreaming about being recognized as an awesome blogger. Sham!
I read the article and it talks about the things I've written and how smart and funny my entries are. Man, I'm a great writer.
Now, I don't remember why I dreamt that dream but I do remember having this strong feeling that, somehow, as I drifted off to sleep last night, I was thinking about blogs. I've no idea why in the world I'd be thinking about blogs since I haven't blogged in ages, but there I was, dreaming about blogging. More specifically: dreaming about being recognized as an awesome blogger. Sham!
