Crazy...

Last night was my first night without Budman. The kids were fine, they missed him and Monkey and Mater made pictures for me to scan and email to him. We called him at bedtime, so they could say goodnight, and then I talked to him later after he had gone to get some dinner. The two hour time difference is going to be problematic, I can tell.

I've found through the years that when I do something too often, I tend to dream about it. It started with a tremendous Tetris obsession in the 11th grade, and has held true through Solitaire, Bejeweled, Electronic Yahtzee, online poker and other things. I couldn't sleep, and when I did, I dreamed about blogging - and bloggers. Not that I've actually met any of the people whose blogs I read, and now that I've been awake for a while, I can't even remember specifics. Nothing weird, just me having conversations with my blogging friends, and reading the comments that people had left for me. They all looked exactly like whatever pictures on their blog, and didn't change or move. I suppose that might be considered weird. I thought about listing the people in my dream, but I really don't want to freak anyone out.

I'm sure this says something about my mental state, but I don't know what.
Budman needs to hurry home!