The Ludic Log will be on a week-long hiatus, the first it has ever experienced in two and a half years. Pathetically, I dreamed about writing last night. I am a sad little clown. I figure by the time the Log starts up again, my six-person readership will have dwindled down to one, and his name will be me.
I also bought an iPod, so expect me to become #1 Super Nerd real quicklike.
Other dreams of last night: I wrote a freestyle rap involving infinite variations on the word "pretend" (yes, I DREAM ABOUT WRITING! God, I suck.); I went to a barber shop (which is something else I need to do in real life) run by a beleaguered-looking Joan Cusack; and I hung out at a reservoir with a very stoned lester22 and girl_on_the_go, neither of whom I have actually met in real life.
Tonight, though, I will be hanging out with datlowen, who I have met in real life. Together and with others we will eat Nazi food, drink Nazi drinks, and do other possibly non-Nazi-related activities for young and old. Mein leben!