I clearly need more sleep. How do I know? Well, I'll tell you. Last night's dreams featured:
1. My daughter creating a new name for me: Carne Asada Thundershak (misspelling hers)
2. I decided to go sledding on an inner tube attached to the back of a car
3. John Lennon smoked pot in my basement and stole all my Cheetos.
That last one pisses me off the most, by the way. I love a good Cheeto. Anyway, back to work. It's 2 p.m. and I've been working since 6 a.m. I shouldn't complain (but that hasn't stopped me yet).
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