Last night I dreamed in Twitter.
I think I'm the first person to do this. I want a medal.
My dream was nothing more than my Twitter page, refreshing now and again, popping up with answers to What are you doing?
I can't even tell you what people were doing or saying or writing, but either I'm spending too much time on the damn thing (I'm rarely on it, so it's doubtful), or my brain is telling me I need to figure it out and make the most of it with following and tagging and all that fun stuff.