Last night as I was lying in bed I running through my head was the most perfect explanation/ramble about something I wanted to use in a book review shortly. But it was late and it was already the second time I had gone to bed. After the first time I ended up getting up and turning on my work computer and working for a half hour. And I didn't want to get up *again* which I would have had to do because I had taken my notebook out of my bedroom and put it on my desk. Yes, I know. Stupid.

So I didn't get up.

And now my thoughts have gone the way of the do-do.  I hate it when that happens.