Strange Days
I've been in a weird, twitchy state all week -- scuttling between almost-depressed and nearly-furious, but unable to determine why. Just darned cranky. I haven't been watching my diet very well, or testing, so I have a suspicion that my sugar is way out of whack. On top of it all, I dreamed about Wil Wheaton, of all the strange things. I was at a film festival featuring a film he made (as opposed to acted in), and on crutches. Or maybe Wil was on crutches. Whatever... it wasn't a bad dream, but I have no idea why I'm dreaming about Wil Wheaton. I wouldn't even mention it, but I stumbled across a LiveJournal entry talking about how someone else had dreamed about Wil Wheaton last night.