Last night I dreamt that I sat on Dave Foley's lap and quite happily watched as the university [that had just hired me on as a teacher's assistant] burned to the ground. Funny what a little perspective can do to improve a situation.
That's what happens when you wander through a bunch of C-SPAN clips on YouTube and then fall asleep watching Death Comes to Town for the twelfth time. I'm sure all that sugar I ate earlier in the day had nothing to do with it.
