It’s what I need after last night. It’s not that I went to bed at 2 AM after playing around with tanks in one of the most memory-greedy games on my computer (I suspect with every update it leaves stuff it doesn’t need anymore lying about). It’s not that I looked at all the courses I’ve abandoned on Coursera and got a headache.
No. It’s the fact that I had a nightmare. An honest to God scary nightmare that go me waking up and going *gulp* and then convincing myself that just didn’t happen.
I dreamed that Justin Bieber had linked to my site and I had teens pouring in in tens of thousands, messing up my site statistics forever.
…the fact that this counts as a scary nightmare somewhere in the really odd back of my mind means I really need some coffee with way too much milk and whipped cream to regain my good opinion of myself.