Last night i dreamt about vomiting. Not just vomiting once or twice, but rather alternating short bursts of walking, talking and breathing with vomiting. I wasn’t especially sick or uncomfortable, but i was getting rather annoyed (and wondered how i’d managed to eat so much that day).
I’ve become convinced that this dream is connected to my recent inability to blog often; for me blogging is like vomiting the contents of my brain on a constant basis. By only blogging a handful of times yesterday, i was left with a disconcertingly full head last night, which lead to my dream. So, errr… to complete that metaphor, um… nevermind.