There is one interesting boon to hibernating like a bear. I get to have some really long and intricate dreams. Of course, I didn't jot down any notes about it upon waking so all I can remember now is some vague sense that it was interesting. Considering that I fell asleep while watching Spiderman the animated series on tv, I'm going to make a wager that I was probably some sort of superhero, or if I was unlucky, someone's sidekick.
I also awoke to see that a couple of you, urged on by stirrings of pity or guilt, followed through on my request. Very spiffy. At last count, I'm just a minimum of 5 people short of meeting my goal. Well, it's 5 if they end up rounding up. 10 if I actually have to crest the peak. Either way, I do appreciate that some of you took a minute out of your busy lives to help. I promise I won't even use your personal information to stalk you.
That actually leads me to an interesting thought. I just don't get stalkers. I probably could have related to them once upon a time when I was younger and full of vim and vigor. Now, I find I just couldn't care enough to stalk anyone. Hell, most days I can't even find enough motivation to go to the post office much less follow someone around taking pictures or watching them through binoculars. I think that I've finally contracted a terminal case of apathy. I could offer the self-serving suggestion that it's a defense mechanism, but more likely I would have turned into an uncaring sob no matter what happened.
Well, didn't that turn depressing all of a sudden. I think I'll end this entry before I get any more maudlin.