Sometimes writing in this manner is really strange. Take the title of this post, for instance. I didn’t give it any thought beforehand, but at the same time, I had to tell myself that this was the title I was going to accept because it was the first thing that came to mind. Strangely, I couldn’t shake the thought of it, either.
And thus, a title was born.
Does it have any meaning? At this point in the text, I suppose not. At least my mind hasn’t really connected any virtual dots with it yet.
Perhaps it will in the next 5 or so paragraphs… Wouldn’t that be killer?
I don’t know much about lucid dreaming, especially considering that I have basically stopped having vivid, memorable dreams altogether. I remember being a kid and having these incredibly vivid mental pictures and happenings while I was fast asleep, but at this point, I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been since those experiences have passed.
I think maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m never truly able to relax anymore. Whether it’s worrying about one of the many things I’ve over-promised on or simply worrying about how I’m going to manage the things I’ve already got going on, there’s just too much crap that is sapping my attention at all times.
I’m so out of touch with my subconscious right now it’s scary.
Yesterday morning, the University of Louisville football team was in the driver’s seat for a berth in the BCS National Championship game. Despite sustaining (and weathering) some key injuries so far this season, the team still appeared to be competitive with anyone in the nation — a tough out for even the most heralded opponent, to be sure.
Today, they are totally irrelevant. Out of the national title chase, likely out of any shot at winning the Big East and getting a BCS bowl berth, and out of the spotlight.
Irrelevant. [continue reading…]