Last night I dreamt that Mark and I snuck up behind Jen Knox and knocked her unconscious. While she was out like a light, we raided her refrigerator, which was full of amaretto milkshakes and chocolate mousse. We ate all the milkshakes and mousse, and then lay down on the floor. When Jen came to, we claimed we also had been knocked out by the mysterious fridge thief.
I still have a reading tomorrow. Whee!