Sunday, March 21, 2010

oh, mr. dreyfuss

Last night I dreamed that Richard Dreyfuss walked in on me in the shower. It was strange, I was just scrubbing away, and the sliding door opened (wait, where am I showering?) and there he was.


I think it might be time to stop taking the percocet before bed.

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