I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to write.

Matt has again turned down another opportunity to write a guest entry. Sometimes when he sleeps I'm tempted to whisper things to him, usually nonsensical things curious to see if they'll have any influence on his dreams. Maybe I should start whispering to him: Write guest entries for Jennifer.