Last night my dream was a musical about Facebook etiquette. I don’t remember any of the universal laws of social media appropriateness that we came up with but I do remember a little ditty my Sunday school teacher was singing called “are you sure that you really want to post that now”.

I have a giant pile of work right now that’s somewhere at the border between exhilarating sense of purpose, and daunting sense of futility.
I stayed up till 4am last night getting some work done, and got up at 8 to start again. I’m officially at a level of sleepy wherein I’m starting to wonder about the quality of the e-mails I’m sending out to clients. “beth make good changes to internet. you pay beth now.”  I’m probably not writing in cave-man syntax but every time I send an e-mail I’m suddenly racked with the concern that I may have trailed off into non-sense before hitting the send button.