My brain busies itself in the night. I wake up in the morning and am confronted with absolute nonsense on the bedside table -- half words penciled on envelope backs that mean nothing. But I'm getting higher tech about it.

Last night I sent myself three messages, using my cell phone, to my instant messenger:

Lexemic (11:47:12 PM): dmz
Lexemic (12:33:11 AM): write about parliamentary procedures
Lexemic (7:53:42 AM): this wont hurt a bit