So, last night I dreamed that Dick Cheney was using a cyborg to kill the competition, so he could get the next seat on the Watcher's Council. But just as they were about to kill me on the set of West Wing, Wesley Snipes showed up to save me.
Conclusions?
A) Fewer comics before bedtime (as if).
B) Not for the first time, I really, really really wish my dreams were real and my real life a dream. SIGH......
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That's what I call a Rare Bit Fiend.
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