I write this entry from the relative comfort of my bed, in my bedroom, where there is no computer. I am able to do this through the magic of the sidekick/hiptop. Best. Gadget. Ever.

The other night I dreamed I was helping the guys on AmericanChopper work on a motorcycle, which they then gave to me, and which subsequently DreamMorphed into some sort of stock car. This is quite odd because I hate working on cars, and can only assume I would also hate working on motorcycles also. Undoubtedly the fact that I had watched a little bit of an episode before I went to bed played a part in influencing my dream, but I still find it disconcerting. I wonder what I might have dreamed had I watched It’s Christopher Lowell, or Junkyard Wars, or some ModernDayForensicsGivesCluesToHistoricalMysteries type show.