Dreaming again...
A good dream this morning. Me and James Spader (80's/90's Spader, not today's much broader Spader) were having all kinds of adventures, none of which I can remember, of course. Then we went to his place for R&R. His apartment was a mess and all the glasses had that cloudy, I've-been-on-the-counter-for-three-months look. That was okay, though, we
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