I had a dream, no, a nightmare, about buying eggs and milk and then having no place to put them in my fridge. Not entirely sure what that means, but I’ve had lots of nightmares lately, and not nearly enough sleep. You know the dreams you get while you’re sick? All distorted, weirdly colored, and jumbly with the what and the huh? Yeah, well, those have been my dreams. My baddy bad bad dreams.

But, in spite of said dreams and the lack of really good sleep, I chant over and over that t’morrow t’will be t’werrific.

Maybe the eggs and the milk will fit…