While cleaning the house today I had two or maybe even three possible threads going through my head that I wanted to post about. I even started fleshing them out, deciding what tangents to follow and which ones to leave, what details to include and so on. At the time, I remember thinking "I really need that Star Trek computer that allows me access my log from anywhere in the house so I can speak this out loud. Otherwise, I'm going to forget this." I was right. I have forgotten everything except that thought about forgetting it. It's like a dream I can *almost* remember, but can't. Argh. I think maybe it had something to do with gender identity and nail polish, but that doesn't seem quite right.
I know I could have written down a few words on paper that would have reminded me, but I didn't.
So, in lieu of whatever important and interesting topic I'd planned to write about, I'll just say that I had intense dreams last night, two involving getting back at bullies and one that involved time-travel and virtual keyboards that enabled me and my time-displaced companions to fly. It was, in a word, cool.