I had the weirdest dream last night. Morgan Freeman came to my condo and told me to build an ark.
So, I guess I should probably go to Home Depot today.
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4 comments:
You are losing it my friend.
Oh, I can assure you that I am as lucid as I'm ever been. My fingers, however, are starting to prune up from the moisture in the air.
Apparently not lucid enough, however, to realize that I said "I'm" when I meant "I've." But apparently, you can't edit your comments on this dang thing.
How am I going to blog on the ark?
When YOUR comments outnumber the comments of your readers, it's time to do some blog PR, my friend.
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