Last night while falling asleep ten blogs in rapid succession but the computer is off and laziness has a grip.

You recall one:

Saying to Blaine ‘Man, it’s hard to get comfortable knowing just anyone could be looking over your shoulder’ and hearing him say back, ‘Yeah but man, you get comfortable’. When he starts talking about how his friend keeps an on-line journal open to comments and that's what you should do too you don’t tell him about that mysterious "ÿ" symbol that you don’t even know how to pronounce and barely know how to type and you ask for her journal’s web-address but he doesn’t have it on him. There’s a pause for a minute - a slight hiccup - brought on by the fact that you didn't say what was on the tip of your tongue, which happens more often than it should.