I had a dream a few nights ago that I was hanging out with Johnny Depp. I think we had some kind of thing going on, because there was definitely some chemistry between us and I think I rubbed his belly in a more-than-close-friends kind of way. We were driving around, just hanging out, and I remembered that I had to go to some school-related meeting; my advisor was going to be there, and was expecting me. I said, “I have to go to this meeting,” and Johnny was like, “Don’t go, hang out with me,” and I said, “Okay.”

Come on. You probably would too.

But it does make me wonder about my subconscious priorities.

(The regular blogging schedule should resume sometime tomorrow night…)