My wife finally has her own blog. I just woke up, came upstairs, and she's written umpteen thousand paragraphs about the dream(s) she had last night. Boy, this is going to be real fun. Aren't you glad I unleashed the power of the blog to her? Or, you… as the case might be.
The only thing I can remember from my dream last night was meeting Eugene Levy. He kept making false graves for his friends. And… please, would someone shut this fellow up – I'm drowning in my tears.