Dreamed about twittering and blogging last night.

Obviously, this is just too much. Too much narcissism. I know I have an ego, but really....

The dream was, I find 'secret' twitters who talk about how "Notice with Duncan, it's all about me, me, me."

The second part of the dream, I'm at a bar (which I never am) and I casually mention that my best friend is getting married while I'm sitting in a bar, and one of the barflies says, "What kind of asshole doesn't even go to his best friends wedding?" And it's somehow related to the blog in mood and tone.

There is a strange socialness to it all, that I'm not used to. Friendship means reciprocal and I've always been a selfish bastard.

But, ultimately, I like the creativeness of it all. I like the self-expression -- the me, me, me....

So I'm unlikely to just stop.

And that, my fine twittered friends, is a fair warning.