I thought of something super funny to blog about last night before bed. And I argued with myself about whether or not to write it down. Because if I write it down, then I'm trying to be a writer. But, if I don't write it down, then I'm still just trying to be a blogger. I'm okay with being a mediocre blogger, but I can't handle being a crappy writer. So I didn't write it down.
Then, I had the most intense dream about becoming a sniper who shot aliens. (There was one that kept spinning and I couldn't get a headshot on him.) So that drove whatever it was right out of my mind. And for the life of me, I can't remember what it was. And the reason I dreamt so intensely is because I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning again playing video games (which, oddly enough, involved snipers). So the reason I'm having an old person forgetfulness moment is because I'm clinging so desperately to my youth as it slips away.
So if I think of whatever it was, you'll know. Because it will be much funnier than this post.