I fell asleep last night composing a single-sentence post that went unwritten.  It  went like this: “After suffering through a nightmare where he found himself cast into a strange world  that drove him to a bizarre activity called ‘blogging’ which  stole away his heart, the rush of all desire,  and time—oh such precious time,  he finally fell back deep to slumber, to forgetful, forgiving sleep.” 

Freakily enough, I then proceeded to dream that I was a blogging insurgent, dressed in full camouflage, outfitted with a blogging backpack (for mobile blogging access), and  traversing the blogosphere by running at incredible speeds on all fours like a hound.

And upon awaking?  Well, here I am posting this.

I would ask for help but that would be like panhandling other beggars in the alley.