Last night I woke up at 2 in the morning with wicked bad indigestion. I ate too much, too late, with too much salt and oil. But I blame my genes anyway.

Anyway, it was so bad at one point that I was sure I was gonna boot, so I grabbed a bowl and went and tried to rest sitting up on the couch. I fell asleep with Boomer purring in my lap (I did not hurl at any point) and dreamed that Julia and I led a go-for-broke rescue mission to save Captain Malcolm Reynolds, who had been kidnapped, shot, and locked up in a utility truck. Also, he was the President Captain of the United States. Don't worry. Julia and I successfully stormed the castle gates and rescued his ass.

Snippets

I just looked at my Blogger "dashboard" or whatever, and found all these drafts for posts I started over a year ago.  They were all just titles, with no body.  I can just imagine myself starting each one, writing a few sentences, probably being in a rage, and then just holding down the backspace button to clear it when I realized I was being more aggro than I wanted to be.  So I have no idea where I was going with these, but:

1. "If it was real..."
2."Just STOP it Already"
3. "Mild Sexism is Irritating"

I actually think I can guess where I was going with the last one.

The Return

I am once again interested in logging my web thoughts. You know. Blogging. So here I am, one year later.

I was reading Julia's blog (http://partyparcel.wordpress.com/) and it reminded me how much I like just writing about my day.

That's pretty much it for now.