Last night I went to bed at 7:30 and slept straight through until 6:30 this morning. This was highly unusual; I normally sleep about 2-3 hours, get up and screw around on the computer, sleep a few more hours and get up. I don't sleep six hours straight, much less eleven.
Anyway, I had lots of dreams. The longest and most vivid involved Anne Hathaway, she of the big smile and even bigger -- well, you know. We were taking a college class, and she was sitting near me. I talked to her every so often, even flirted a little, and I was hoping for something more. This went on for weeks (I told you it was a long dream). Finally, she told me basically there was no chance I was going to get anywhere with her. Damn. Moral of the story: I'll never score with a Hollywood starlet, not even in my dreams.