I'm still catching up on sleep after my weekend trip to the Bahamas for work. Please don't stop reading. I really did work. But I tried to get by on as little sleep as possible so I could have as much fun (documented for work) as possible and work and only barely pulled it off.
Anyway, I had time to sneak in a nap today but dreamed that I was about to kiss that guy from The Monkees with no chin. I think it's Peter. We were in a helicopter and when he started kissing me I dream-thought 'This is exactly how I thought a guy with no chin would kiss!' and I couldn't stop kissing him even though I was totally grossed out.
And now you're totally grossed out too.
On open letter to the lady in my neighborhood:
18 hours ago