Last night I had a dream that I was drunkenly karaoke-ing "I Want The One I Can't Have" by The Smiths to a roomful of adoring fans.
A beautiful, beautiful dream.
I'm making a pop-up book entitled "Brutus Loves America" wherein my friend's boxer, Brutus, kills freedom hating terrorists and dresses up like George Washington and makes it with the Statue of Liberty. It's gonna be wicked.