Got some really good coffee. It's making up for the sleep I'm not getting.
I ought to do something productive to-day. But it's hard to think of anything when I'm so angry about not being able to get my website up.
I've also taken up a terrible hobby. I'm making a Morrowind mod. A bona-fide waste of time. Of lots of time. But what else can you do in purgatory?
I plant trees . . . rocks and shrubs . . . I'm building a castle . . . putting goblins in the woods . . . Sad, sad, tedious little dreamworld. Insidious for the rewards in does indeed bestow. It's great to load up the game and wander around the mountains and forests you've constructed. I'm so sleepy . . .
Actual dream: I dreamt I was driving down a big road near here and saw a helicopter disguised as a futuristic flying car. And I started wondering why we don't have flying cars. This is, of course, Kevin Smith territory.