I’m sicking of dreaming about HTML. Last night I dreamt in HTML. Sigh. The transcript of my dream (I couldn’t make it out really) was all HTML-ed. (By the way, HTML should also be a verb).

I also had mild nightmares about grants and preschool. I kept chanting “Vicki knows I’m casual” (referring to an art teacher from a nearby elementary school). I also dreamt that I was driving a bunch of preschoolers around. Emma McC, a four year old, claimed that she wanted to live in her preschool forever.