I had such a good title, but I can't remember now that I'm awake

damnit! I can't sleep! I was having dreams that were just to weird. Judy Cohn and Ira Blecker were in tye-died tshirts singing the birchat hamazon. We were trying to find a parking spot in front of Lake Brantley. We were attending a wedding, but the parking lot was jammed with school busses and cars like it was dismissal time.

Why isn't the damn internet working? I don't want to get out of bed again, I've already woken evan three times. well, the first time he had to pee also. then he was the big spoon. but that nasal breathing, it was driving me crazy! and such short breaths. is he exercising in his sleep? mentally riding the nordic track to physical fitness? if only there was a way to know what was going on in there!