Did you know that I spend much more time thinking about things to blog, than actually blogging them?

Case in point - last night I had a dream. It was a very weird dream. I dreamed I was at an airport. For some reason, I was at this airport to get my eggs harvested (you know, the kind that, mixed with sperm, makes babies). I guess they in were in some sort of luggage. I was at the terminal, with aforementioned unbabies in the also aforementioned unbaby carry-ons, but then I walked away from them, no doubt to check the availability of flights going to Nutbarville.

When I returned, horror of horrors, my luggage (and ergo, my harvested eggs) were gone. SOMEONE HAD STOLEN MY EGGS! I was a mess! I began to panic and enlisted the help of security guards who no doubt had experience in these matters, but to no avail. They were gone.

As I sat on the floor of the terminal, crying, I remember thinking to myself that I needed to find a computer in this terminal/egg harvesting institution so I could blog what had happened to me.