The problem with the solutions that dreams offer is that, more often than not, they're not actually solutions. Last night's was a case in point: "Oh, it's okay, Marcello Mastroianni is coming. She's always happy when movie stars fight over her." This might be fine except that not only is Mastroianni (a) not coming, but he's (b) dead, plus (c) there's no other movie star for him to fight over her with, and (d) I'm not even sure the base premise is true.

Registering at Bed, Bath, and Beyond this weekend was super-fun. Not Spiderman-ride fun, but maybe Hulk rollercoaster fun. Although I do feel guilty for having hogged the laser gun.

Meanwhile, whoah! Illegal procedure, failure to inform brother of new girlfriend. 5 yard penalty. Repeat second down.