Friday night I dreamt that a beautiful Spaniard friend of mine and I were at a party together. We were dancing, even though everybody wanted to dance with her. It was nice.

Last night I dreamt that I was inadvertantly made part of a hunt for a serial killer, and that I was one of three people there when we were forced to kill him. Even local children wanted details of how we did him in. I ended up shouting at them.

Also, Sir Reginald story is done, it'll be up on Monday morning.

Who fucking loves you?

HINT: It's not me.

ALSO: On Twitter now as "benchilada." Friend me, you fuckers, I need to know every last detail of your lives.