Had a rather bizarre dream last night that I was one of the presenters at a Hollywood awards ceremony. I had to speak in front of everyone and felt entirely out of my element. After delivering my speech and receiving a mixed response (see: Britney's performance at the MTV VMAs) I ended up chatting with the guy who plays Chief Tyrol on BSG. (Argh, yes, I watched it before going to bed.)

My dreams seem to become more transparent the older I get.

I've been rereading a bunch of Kathy Sierra's old posts. It's all great stuff and I've been looking for something to repair my motivation and sense of purpose. This kind of stuff is just what the doctor ordered.