I dream. But I procrastinate more effectively.

Dear people of the internet. I sat down to write you an entertaining piece on the nature of dreaming and, more specifically, the ridiculous plot of one of my dreams. It would have been quite a long post.

So, depending on your point of view, it may or may not please/ distress you to hear that I have failed lamentably to do so. The reasons are threefold.

First: I got to chatting. I forgot that one of the reasons I used to be so unproductive was because I socialise and therefore... well, don't write.

Second: I needed to repaint my nails. Along the same theme, I also need new nail varnish remover. 

Third: It turns out that apart from three or four scenes that stuck in my head when I woke up the following morning, I've forgotten the dream. And I can't backfill that much, it just wouldn't work.

So I have two options. Try to come up with a story in the next half hour while painting my nails and chatting. Or, writing a really quick excuse then playing Civ5 and ignoring my cat.

Incidentally, for those of you who feel sorry for the cat, the minute I cease being interested in the screen and start being interested in her, she just doesn't want to know.

Alicia