last night i had a dream that i auditioned for american idol, and i had my hair done in waves and i looked like kate hudson but i was still me, and instead of singing i had prepared a speech talking about wil wheaton and all the hotels in las vegas were on fire.

i can directly correlate the origins of this dream to:

--american idol being on tv again and everyone seeming to care
--ads for that retarded how to lose a guy in 10 minutes movie being everywhere i look
--my lifelong obsession with wil wheaton
--trying to plan a return trip to vegas, but everything being too expensive

fiction becomes fact: a few nights ago, i had a dream that it was the night before brandon and i were going to get married, and i was searching out brianbibbly for some last-minute, last-ditch lovin'. brandon was doing the same so it was a mad dash to get there first. i won. bibbly had a normal body and a black and white killoggs head. brandon was pissed because i tagged that shit.

i have a headache.