Spent the sleeping hours between toilet trips having weird dreams, as you do. I'd like to say they were interesting, but I can't - all the dreams I remember were about composing LiveJournal entries.
The entries varied from boring and obvious Notes To Self ("Make sure you drink lots of water. Harfing an empty stomach is bad.") to odd and nonsensical. One dream had my typing out an entry entirely in ROT13. I can blame kayshapero for that one, what with her dragging out the ancient Fidonet ASCII graphic of Virtual Chicken Soup.
Has my life grown so mundane that even my unfettered subconscious makes blog entires?