OK, time for me to recount a dream I had last night, sure to bore the hell out of those not in it and make those involved extremely uncomfortable (and in turn, make them hate me).

Last night I had a dream where I had started to date Sara C. and we were described by others as being “extremely cute” together. (I’m not sure which part of this will horrify her more. All signs point to a soon death for me though.) Everyone thought we were pretty cute except for Anna, who thought our being together was ripping apart the very fabric of the cosmos. (I’ll leave it to the reader to decide on that issue.)

Anyway, I thought I was pretty fly and suave. I mean hell, how can you not love a guy who shows up for a date in the X-Men’s stealth jet? In the immortal words of Paris Hilton, “That’s hot.”