not possible in secondlife

I haven't been in SecondLife much this year. I have a bit more since I got my own MacBook, but with out adequate RAM, I crash too much. Can't afford RAM at the moment. Even without such problems, SL has not held enough magic for me.
My dreams do.
Part of the appeal of SL is all the great things you can do there that are not possible in real life. This has dramatically affected my dream world. I'm teleporting, flying, changing identities, mixing storey lines and bending dream surrealities into shapes I've never seen before. It is getting hard to get up in the morning. The movie never ends and I don't want it to.
Since ultimatly I play all the characters my shyness does not interfere and there is no time for bordom.
From escaping a hostage situation in an old house I was exploring, I went to Paris as either a drag queen or Miss Marple, still recovering (very quickly) from the second degree burns I received as a hostage. Then I was a 21 year-old traveling with her parents in a casino, enjoying the advances of a smooth talking wise guy who was simultaniously wooing my mother on a phone while I (not the 21 year-old) see what is going on try to expose the bad man, putting myself in danger. I flutter to a floating fastfood joint on the river, am stalked by the teenage child of the owner and right click on the roof, moving it by accident. . .
This is just the begining.
There are fox hunts, lesbian resorts, mean old animated trees, balloon rides, large Italian families in which I am the eldest son. I'm in Spain about to literaly hop to France. It is all very vivid and I think my spell check quit working.

writing improves writing

i hope

I spent all of Sunday reading other people's blogs. I was absorbed into the little details of the lives of complete strangers until nearly two in the morning. Strange, considering that I generally fall asleep by ten.
This not only gives me permission to write in this blog - it demands it.
I spend most of my time absorbing information. I need to put out.