Do I really want to write a post? Or more to the point, would you want to read it?

What to write...what to write...sort of doing the stream of consciousness thing at the moment. I feel the urge to write, that niggling, iggling, itchy feeling I get that says I must write before I explode, like someone who has drank too much caffeine. Haven't drank any. Well, except for a few sips of green tea. So I'm doing that exercise which is basically writing whatever comes to mind whether or not it makes an iota of sense. ( just another livejournal ramble...this one about communication, I think. )

( a shameless plug for BattleStar Galatica that continues to have me riveted.. )