i am just waiting for the day when what I THINK is somehow, simultaneously, stored in my compy. just waiting.
i cannot begin to tell you how many times i have composed an absolutely brilliant song or perfect blog post while lying. in. bed.
is it so difficult for me, in particular, to be able to master the art of writing while completely lucid ... and vertical? how come i am so able to crack me up in the middle of the night but not so much in the dead of day?
i just remember something completely hilarious occurring in my mind last evening with a great run on about bread machines and jen igarashi.
it was simply stunning.
and i cannot remember a word of it.
guess you had to be there.