[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] This week, I have alternated between not sleeping at all, and passing out immediately, only to have the strangest dreams about the marathon. They’re like the dreams I had the summer I waitressed (the ones where you think you forgot about a table entirely, or that you served some lady a hunk of ribs when she actually ordered the haddock… although that happened in real life), but…
