I’m vexed at myself, as I often am. I get all these great ideas for articles and whatnot when I’m in bed. I tell myself I’m going to remember, ’cause how can I forget anything so epic? And yet, once the fog of sleep and the like clears? Nothing… bah.

I’m finding it especially annoying ’cause I had a brilliant idea for today. It was light, it was personable with a touch of meme… and now I can’t remember anything more than that. I guess I could try to keep a notebook near the bed, but like the dictaphone, I know it would remain forgotten and unused. Oh, such a tease…

I guess I won’t beat myself up about it too much. After all, it’s Sunday, and I deserve a break… so back to that! <3