I really want to be asleep right now; instead, I am struggling to breathe. (When the hell did my ass-mar get this bad?) So, while I am waiting for the albuterol to kick in and allow me some oxygen, I'll tell you about the dream I just had:
I dreamt that I was substitute teaching in a high school. Nothing too odd aout that. However, the students and I all communicated by way of blogging. Some words were spoken aloud, but most of the lesson and discussion took place via words on a screen, commplete with links. I don't remember the logistics of it, but then again, dreams have their own rules for logistics.
