(no subject)
Last night, I dreamt that I'd woken up and my tongue had started to split itself in the night, just at the tip, and that I could wiggle the two halves independantly. Joseph was there, I think, and he looked at my wiggling tongue and made some form of suggestive noise. Then, I think I grabbed one of his fingers inbetween the split and squeezed it.
At least, I hope it was a finger.
At least, I hope it was a finger.