Where does stuff go?
Apparently I haven't been online since Monday.
Bigpond can't find me my e-mails.
On Wednesday morning I woke up nine times from 5:58 to 6:06. During each minute I dozed off and dreamed of a period of time much longer than a single minute. When I did get up I was seriously trying to figure out a way to make use of the significantly longer time I would have at my disposal if I had slept in. Lucid dreaming was as far as I got, anything more concrete would be sure to break the fugue.
Every time I do my vacation budget there is less and less.